Reaching the coast of one of the countries in the Caribbean, Francis and Scott went to restock their supplies and left Arthur to watch over the boat.

They waited as a Cuban man gather all the things they needed together.

"So, you came here in your own boat?" he asked with his thick accent.

"Oui, it was a nice trip away from our lives. It was refreshing to enjoy swimming in the evening as much as you please. My spouse couldn't enjoy that luxury though cause he…"

Francis's talking slowly ceased as he saw the face of the Cuban man.

"Y-You… You went swimming at night?" he questioned, nervously.

"Uh, yes…?"

The man shook his head, looking at him with a serious face.

"Nonono, don't swim in the ocean after sunset anymore. Don't swim after sunset."

Both Francis and Scott began leaning forward with a little bit of interest now.

"Uhm, W-why? Why not?"

The man leaned forward and spoke in a hushed voice.

"The water is full of sharks."

Scott burst out laughing and saying how Arthur wasn't paranoid after all while Francis's mouth hung open for a moment before turning into a little grin and he chuckled.

Arthur was really going to get a kick out of this.

"I TOLD YOU I FELT SOMETHING TOUCH ME!"

Francis and Scott tried to calm down Arthur, who was, at that moment, freaking out.

"Calm down, mon cher! I doubt he was telling the truth. Here, to prove it to you, let's do an experiment." Francis said, running to get something.

He came back out with a giant piece of chicken and some string.

Scott helped him cut off a piece of the chicken and tied the string around it.

"Okay, now we'll be able to see if there really are any sharks in the water, which there aren't." Francis said, lowering the string wither the meant on the end into the water.

After about five minutes, Francis was absolutely certain there was nothing in the water.

"See? I told you t--"

He was cut off as the water started splashing up from hundreds of sharks going after the chicken in a frenzy.

Not only the meat, but even the string was yanked out of his hand as the number of sharks even started shaking the boat like a magnitude 4 earthquake.

Francis started laughing in disbelief and he clung onto the boat.

However, Arthur didn't find it anywhere close to being funny.

"I NEARLY GOT EATEN BECAUSE OF YOU, YOU IDIOT!" he said, absolutely terrified and at the same time, furious.

His brother Scott, too, was laughing a bit, but he was more concerned about them and the boat.

Picking up the remainder of the chicken, he just launched it like a football to get the sharks away from them.

Once both them and the water calmed down, Arthur shot a glare at Francis.

"This is the LAST time I'm going swimming in the ocean with you." he said, before starting to laugh a bit.

Francis grinned goofily.

Over all, not a completely bad trip.

When they both finally stopped reminiscing, they noticed all their children had given up trying to get their attention and left eh room.

Francis leaned over next to Arthur and whispered into his ear.

"Wanna go to the Arctic next?"

He started to grin again.

"Only if we take your cousin's jet this time."

Just a reminder that this is a true story from my Lit teacher's childhood but should not be attempted on you own. Her parents are what we call "lunatics."

...They are also where she get her personality from. 8D

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