I always imagined being a shark would be quite straight-forward. You’re an apex predator. You swim around; you bite people.
But actually it’s much more stressful than that. During my afternoon as a mako shark, a guy comes at me with a harpoon. Later someone shoots at me using a US navy destroyer.
“You can always upgrade to being a great white,” says my shark adviser, Simon Burgess. “No one will mess with you then.”