Splash!
Jen surfaced with a gasp. It was lucky that she didn't have much more depth to ascend, but either way, she didn't have much inclination to hang around. Who was that? Who else would be out here, at this time? But probably the most nagging question on her mind was… did he really have those sharp teeth, or did she imagine that?
It wasn't as if she was particularly ashamed of her nudity, but generally she wasn't about to stick around in the water with a strange man while she was totally exposed. The sun was definitely above the horizon by the time she returned to the relative safety of the sand, and she quickly gathered her clothes up in her arms in order to haphazardly cover herself (no easy task, given that she was rather blessed with regards to her bosom). Jen then turned back around, worried that she might have been followed… and it occurred to her that she hadn't heard the sound of anyone else getting out of the water or walking around on shore. The man she saw definitely was not wearing a snorkel or scuba gear… was he, too, a free diver? Most people would not have been able to stay under that long, and although she hadn't exactly checked to see if anything was swimming after her, surely there would have been some kind of follow-up… right?
The young woman furrowed her brow, perplexed, and watched for a few moments more. Nothing. With an exasperated sigh, she remarked under her breath, "Man… maybe I am losin' it out here…"
She shook her head, then grabbed her towel to begin drying off. Had her head been in the right place, she might have reached for this first… but no matter; Jen tossed her clothes back onto the beach, and just as she began to pat her bare body with the cloth, she glanced back at the sea one more time, just to make a final attempt at determining what became of her unwanted company.
The only thing she saw in the water was a distant, slowly circling shark fin, slicing above the surface like a blade.
Another sigh. Jen was no longer sure if she'd imagined the whole thing, or if she'd been right to get out when - and as quickly - as she did. The situation seemed very strange, though she supposed that right now, she couldn't linger on it too long; there were things to do, places to be, though she swore to herself that she would be on higher alert for a while. After all, there's a chance that there's some free-diving, unusually sharp-toothed pervert lurking around, and she didn't want to become a victim. Maybe she could ask around back on land; from what she saw of the intruder, he was probably a white male, in a place where almost everyone sported a dark complexion... and with teeth like that, he would have to be pretty distinct. No one could forget a guy who'd somehow had all his teeth filed to points…
...right?