Jason piercing blue eyes scanned the vast ocean, searching for any sign of the elusive shark that had been stealing his hard-earned catches.

"Come on, you sneaky bastard," he muttered, running a hand through his dark brown hair. "Show yourself already."

The sun beat down mercilessly, and Jason could feel his skin starting to burn. He licked his dry lips, tasting salt. How long had it been since his last proper meal? Days? Weeks? Time seemed to blur together in this endless expanse of blue.

His fingers tightened around the makeshift spear he had fashioned. The sharp point glinted in the sunlight, a stark contrast to the dull ache in his empty stomach.

"I can't believe I'm actually considering this," Jason said to himself, shaking his head. "What would my engineering professors think if they could see me now? 'Jason Keller, you dumb, idiot, mindless fucker. Going in the water to hunt a shark? Really? Well good luck I guess. I hope you will be here at the next exam.' "

He let out a mirthless chuckle, then winced as another pang of hunger hit him. The laughter died in his throat, replaced by grim determination.

"No choice," he muttered. "It's either the shark or me at this point."

With a deep breath, Jason stood up shakily, his legs protesting after so long spent sitting. He gripped the spear tightly, trying to summon every ounce of courage he possessed.

"Alright, Jaws," he announced to the empty air. "Let's dance."

Before he could second-guess himself, Jason slipped over the side of the raft and into the water. The sudden chill made him gasp, goosebumps erupting across his skin. For a moment, he floundered, unused to the sensation of weightlessness after so long on the raft.

As he treaded water, Jason's mind raced. What am I doing? I'm no hunter. I'm just a student who can barely keep up with calculus, let alone take on a shark.

But the constant ache in his stomach steeled his resolve. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with air, and ducked beneath the surface.

The underwater world was eerily silent, broken only by the soft whoosh of water past his ears. Jason blinked, his eyes adjusting to the murky blue. He turned slowly, scanning for any sign of movement, his spear held at the ready.

Nothing but endless blue in every direction. Jason's chest began to tighten, reminding him of his limited air supply. He surfaced for another breath, before going back down again.

Only this time, a flicker of movement caught his eye.

Oh god, he thought, his heart rate skyrocketing. Here we go.

A dark, streamlined shape glided into view, its movements fluid and graceful. The shark's presence was both mesmerizing and terrifying, its silent approach sending shivers down Jason's spine.

Jason's mind raced. I'm really doing this. Me, Jason Keller, the guy who got winded climbing three flights of stairs to my dorm room.

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The shark circled lazily, as if sizing up its unexpected visitor. Jason's muscles tensed, ready to react.

Suddenly, the shark's demeanor changed. With a powerful flick of its tail, it charged straight at Jason.

Time seemed to slow. Jason's mind kicked into overdrive, trying to calculate angles and trajectories. He twisted to the side, barely avoiding the shark's gaping maw. The creature's rough skin grazed his leg as it shot past.

"Not today, fish face!" Jason yelled, his voice muffled by the water.

He spun around, brandishing his makeshift spear. The shark circled back, its black eyes fixed on Jason with predatory focus.

This time, Jason struck first, thrusting his spear forward. But the shark was faster, dodging the clumsy attack and lunging again.

A searing pain exploded in Jason's left forearm as the shark's teeth grazed his skin. Red clouded the water around him.

Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, Jason's thoughts raced. This was a terrible idea. What was I thinking?

But as he looked at his bleeding arm, a strange calm settled over him. He'd come too far to give up now.

"Alright, Sharky," he muttered through gritted teeth. "Round two."

Jason's muscles burned as he lunged forward, driving the sharp stick with all his might. The makeshift spear found its mark, plunging deep into the shark's side.

"Got you!" Jason's triumphant cry bubbled through the water.

The shark thrashed violently, its powerful body twisting in pain. The water around them churned into a frothy chaos, obscuring Jason's vision.

As the shark's blood mingled with his own in the water, a wild thought struck Jason. Free lunch, his mind whispered. Don't let it get away!

Without fully processing the insanity of his decision, Jason grabbed onto the shark's dorsal fin. The creature's skin felt like sandpaper under his grip.

"Giddy up, fish stick!" he shouted, clinging for dear life as the shark took off.

The ocean became a blur of motion. Jason's lungs screamed for air, but he couldn't risk letting go of his prey to surface.

I'm either the bravest idiot or the dumbest genius in this whole alien challenge, he thought, his vision starting to darken at the edges.

With his free hand, Jason stabbed repeatedly at the shark's side. Each thrust grew weaker than the last.

"Come on," he muttered under water, his consciousness fading. "Just... a little... more..."

The world spun around him, a dizzying kaleidoscope of blue. As blackness crept in, Jason's last coherent thought was a wry chuckle at the absurdity of his situation.

"Well, Mom always said I should try new hobbies. Bet she didn't think about shark rodeo…"

The shark's movements finally started to slow, its once powerful body now limp and lifeless. Jason's lungs burned as he kicked desperately towards the surface, trying with all his might to drag the dead weight with him. He broke through with a gasping breath, coughing and sputtering.

"I did it," he wheezed, clinging to the shark's carcass. "I actually did it."

His moment of triumph was short-lived as he scanned the horizon, his heart sinking. The life raft was nowhere in sight, obscured by the rolling waves. His shark-ride had driven him far away from his little floating home.

"No, no, no," Jason muttered, panic rising in his chest. "This can't be happening."

He treaded water, his legs growing heavier with each passing moment. The weight of his situation crashed down on him like a tidal wave.

"What's the point?" he said aloud, his voice cracking. "I won the battle but lost the war."

Exhausted, Jason let himself float onto his back. A human was staring up at the endless sky next to the corpse of a shark.. "Is this what you wanted, Enigma?" he called out. "To see me give up?"

As he closed his eyes, ready to accept his fate, something bumped against his right arm. Jason's eyes snapped open, a jolt of adrenaline coursing through him.

"The raft!" he exclaimed, grabbing onto it with renewed vigor. "I can't believe it!"

As he hauled himself onto the small craft, a realization dawned on him. "The Enigma... it can only be the Enigma. But why?" he mused, before a small smile crept on his lips. "It should reward those who take risks."

Jason looked at the shark floating nearby, then back at the horizon. "Alright, alien system," he said, determination in his voice. "I'm ready for whatever you throw at me next. Bring it on. But, just wait a bit first and let me get on my raft."