The ring, so kindly tossed out to help him, smacked the back of Edwin's head and knocked him back under the water.

"SHARK!" he yelled upon resurfacing. "THERE'S A-"

Oh. Edwin grabbed onto the item that was definitely not a shark. Were there even any sharks in Whitby?

"Thank you, sir!" he shouted, waving an arm wildly in the direction of the boat and splashing his way into the floating thing.