Dry Bowser was riding alone in a small boat he crafted himself out of various metal and wood material at the dead of night, with the reptilian skeleton fishing as a simple hobby. What he didn't expect was that he didn't get as much fish as he would usually get... which is what he noticed after two hours or so of fishing. He noticed a great white shark swimming around, with the shark in question being bigger than one normally described.
"Hmmm? What's this?" Dry Bowser questioned as he brushed back his red hair, deciding to chuck in his fishing line once more into the sea, noticing that the shark's fin popped up and tugged the line, pulling the boat towards the north as Dry Bowser tried to hold onto the boat, trying to pull back on his fishing rod as eventually the rod was taken.
Dry Bowser looked into the waves as he wondered where the shark could be, only for the undersea menace to pop up behind the boat, biting a chunk of it off as Dry Bowser was quick to observe the damage, trying to pool his resources into fixing it up as the shark came back and took a giant crunch out of him, scattering his bones all across the ocean as he was now starting to worry as he had no idea on how to deal with this disaster that was enfolding around him.
"This... is not going to end well." Dry Bowser said to himself as the shark bit through another part of the boat, with it now being reduced to a sad excuse of a sailing vessel.