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Peter Apeley was on vacation at a famous beach resort on Long Island Ice Tea Island. He was floating in the water when he fell asleep...

He didn't know how much time had passed when he woke up again. He was still on the water, but the shore was nowhere in sight. The sea had been so peaceful, and the rocking had calmed him. Cursing his carelessness to just falling asleep and drifting that far out on the small inflatable floating mat, he moved carefully to see in all directions. Try as he might, the shore was nowhere in sight. Peter felt panic rising in him. Using pure reason, he fought the feeling down – it was the last thing he needed right now. The monkeys on the beach would probably have noticed his disappearance and gone in search of him. He clung to that thought in his mind. He lifted his eyes to the sky and blinked, maybe he could guess from the position of the sun in which direction he had to swim to get back to the beach. He sneezed and shook his head – no, that wasn't a good idea either. After all, he didn't know how long he had slept, so he couldn't tell the time. Some time had probably passed because he was hungry again, despite the plentiful breakfast that had made him so tired. But even more than hunger, he was tormented by a burning thirst. It was kind of ironic: He was surrounded by water but had nothing to quench his thirst. Maybe he should try to swim in the supposed direction. Still, it was better than sitting here useless and ending up floating further out to sea. He hung a foot over the edge of the floating mat in the water. As expected, it was cold. But in order to swim, he had to go into the water, which he found very, very dark. Eyeing the water critically, he had to admit that he really didn't want to jump in there. Suddenly he froze, he had seen a shadow in the water below him. Something was swimming under him, and it wasn't small...

Again, some time had passed, and Peter was still floating on the water. He had lost all sense of time and the sun was high. It was warm, he was hot. He felt sunburnt and the thirst was terrible. He would now be willing to trade enough bananas to feed him for three days for a glass of water. He had given up the idea of swimming to shore – by now he was sure that something was swimming beneath him. The last thing he would do was leave his floating mat. He had heard that there were sharks here on Long Island Ice Tea Island. The panic he thought he had under control flared up again. Imagining all those sharp teeth made him uneasy. But if that really was a shark beneath him, then it was huge – and it seemed interested in how Peter tasted. Where was the Ape Coast Guard? Wasn't it her job to take care of monkeys like him that had just been washed away by the sea? He kept waiting...

In the meantime, it was getting dark, and the temperature dropped as the sun went down. Peter sneezed again, this time as a cold wind ruffled his fur. He had no choice, no one would come to save him. He had to try to swim ashore if he didn't want to spend the night in open water – and he had absolutely no intention of doing so. In hindsight, it would have been wiser to swim back sooner. Now the water was getting colder, visibility was getting more and more limited, and the waves were increasing. Peter looked into the depths of the water one last time, because he had already decided to swim. What he saw, however, froze him completely: Around and below him in the water was not just one, but several huge shadows clearly circling him. They also came closer and the first one already started, albeit tentatively, to bump against his floating mat. But the next one was already approaching and tried harder. Now Peter was really at the end of his strength and panic finally overcame him. He would be eaten; he would only end up as a snack for, most likely, sharks that could finally taste a little monkey. He turned abruptly when he noticed a large shadow coming towards him out of the corner of his eye. And that was his last mistake: The sudden movement knocked him completely off balance and he fell into the dark, now almost black water...

Kicking and panting, he threw himself around, swallowed several mouthfuls of water and got up to avoid drowning completely. Wait – he got up? Since when can you stand in the middle of the sea? Waking up completely from his confusion, he realized it was all just a dream. His wife was calling him to lunch so he wouldn't sunburn while napping on the floating air mattress in the pool.

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