A Thing

You jump off of the cliff into the waters many feet below. The initial impact hurts, but you manage to safely stay alive and hold on to the edge of the spire of stone to get your bearings. You look up to realize how odd the island you were standing on is, more like a poorly carved stone pillar than an island.

Before you can ponder the stupidity of that dumb garbage, you hear a shark singing the Jaws theme from below you, slowly getting closer.