Community It’s the ultimate conundrum for a surfer: death by jaws, or death by Jaws. Photo (L) Deva Darshan, (R) Gerald Schombs//Unsplash A lone fin breached the surface of the water about 20 feet away from me. Angular and fast-moving, it was the unmistakable sight of a shark in pursuit. The fin disappeared, making me think my mind was playing tricks on me in the early morning hours, before popping up again slightly farther away. I was a thousand percent sure it was a shark. Definitely a juvenile, but a shark all the same. Riding one wave and calling it quits was the complete opposite of how I planned to spend my morning. I put a lot of effort into waking up and dragging myself down to the beach, so this teenage predator was becoming much more nuisance than threat. So, I did what any sane person would do – lifted my feet out of the water and kept surfing.