En Route To Shark's Cove

It is the morning of my first day in Hawaii. A is taking me snorkeling at Shark's Cove. A insists it's called that, not because it teems with deadly sharks, but because it has jagged rocks reminiscent of shark teeth. I am going, even though I don't believe her 100%. How annoying that I am going to a place named for the very thing I am most terrified of. A has a friend who was attacked by a shark, last year. He was on the TV news and everything. You're probably going to say that makes it LESS likely that I will be attacked by a shark today, but I don't know. A knows a guy that won the lottery and got struck by lightning -- on the same weekend! I hope this is not a goodbye.