Paige Alms

More than 30 years later, their offspring still maintain this genial social ethos.

"'What's your scariest ocean story?' I asked three-time Jaws champion Paige Alms.

It was night, and we sat around a propane fireplace tucked in a remote inlet in British Columbia.

A narrow network of mossy, rock-bound islands, cascading waterfalls, and spruce, hemlock, and Douglas fir trees that erupted off the sides of mountains around us, their roots clinging to the granite walls like gnarled fists." Paige nursed a whiskey on the rocks as she considered the question, the flame illuminating her glass in burnt orange.

But as I worked the blade below the gills, I realized that my need to be seen as competent extended to female friendships, too.

My greatest fear isn't death.

It's having Paige Alms think I'm a little bitch.

It's nice to not have service all day, Muna yawned as we motored back to the lodge that evening.