“How do you know there aren’t any sharks?” I ask. “There could be, but we’ll be safe. Sharks prefer redheads. The color reminds them of blood.” “What? I’m a redhead!” He grabs onto a lock of my hair and examines it. “Damn. You are. Don’t worry, though. While the sharks are distracted with you, I’ll swim ashore and get help.”
Oh would you look at that little jibes lava also makes
