I have a fear of sharks, and around eight o'clock I asked, "Is there any chance sharks could get us right now?"

"No, don't worry, they're too stupid," Will said.

Marquis also said not to worry about it. "They'd be afraid of that big white boat," he said. "They think it's another animal."

Their reassurances calmed me. I didn't really think about it again that night. There were plenty of other things to worry about.

It was dark. My teeth were constantly chattering. All of our teeth were chattering. I was still sick, a little nauseous from earlier and from the constant bucking of the boat, but I didn't feel nearly as bad as before.

"God it's cold," Corey said.