I quickly gathered myself, put on a pair of goggles and slipped into the cage. Five other divers got in behind me, and we waited patiently as the ship's captain cast out a line with a large fish head attached - the perfect bait for great white sharks. It didn't take long for the fins to show up, and with the first sighting, my heart started to race. Why the hell was I in this cage? What if my foot accidentally slipped through the bars? No one wants to be "that girl" whose missing a toe because she was stupid enough to dive with sharks.
"Go, down, down, down," yelled the ship's captain.
Without even thinking, I took a deep breath and went under the water.
And then, there it was. Gliding casually in front of me was a great white shark. Its face was like everything I've ever seen on Shark Week, but more amazing and sharkier than I could have imagined. Its eyes were big and dark, and I was shocked at how large its rear fin actually was - I could have reached out and touched it. But obviously, I didn't. I like having hands.