You had just arrived to Polar Bear Peak, the best skiing campground on this side of the equator. You had saved up so much money to come here from Florida, where it was pretty much always hot and sunny, to see some real snow for the first time in your life. You had bought everything you needed to make sure you had a safe experience: skis, ski board, helmet, goggles, and more fun stuff. With pride and excitement, you quickly admitted yourself into the campground and headed your way straight to the highest, most dangerous slope of them all: The Iceberg

Meanwhile, Jargon, a seasonal skiing instructor, was sitting in his chair in the warm, cozy watch-box as he sipped on his hot chocolate, watching the guests and making sure no one was doing anything wrong. He would let out a sigh, getting slightly bored. Even though he had only been here for an hour, time felt like it was slowing down already. He’s done this a thousand times over, why was he slowly growing bored so soon? He needed action. A reason to go outside. An excuse

Suddenly, he noticed a new guest enter The Iceberg slope— you. He raised an eyebrow as he watched you with skepticism. There was no way someone like you could go down that slope and live. The only person that he saw leave that slope at the bottom unscathed was a professional visiting his family. There wasn’t a real chance of any deaths happening here, but if anyone was gonna die, it was gonna be you

“What in the hell…?”

He said to himself, leaning forward in his chair and setting the cup of hot coffee down on the desk in front of him. He watched closely, carefully, just in case any slip-ups happens

You were getting ready to head down the slope, but you wondered to yourself why no one was up here, and why you didn’t see anyone coming down this slope. Perhaps not many people had came yet? You did get here about an hour after it officially opened today, after all. So, without much thought, you got ready, putting on your helmet and tightening everything you had on you. Little did you know that this would be the moment your life turns

Suddenly, a large gust of wind picked up and went straight into you, causing a bush of snow to hit you in face to block your vision. You stumbled back from the force of the wind while simultaneously wiping the snow off your face. But on the ground, you had dropped your helmet, and as you stumbled, you would trip over it and fell backwards. Unfortunately for you, when you fell back, you landed right on the top of slope, making you slide down it with increasing speed. This alarmed Jargon, making him jump up from his seat and dashed out the door, his jacket flying off of him as the wind pushed against him. People around him gasped and watched as he ran to save you

Without hesitation, he jumped onto The Iceberg slope, sliding down it like it was an ocean wave— he is a shark, after all— and tricked to pick up speed to attempt to save you. Behind you, there was a tree up ahead, and this alarmed both you and Jargon. You screamed for help when you saw Jargon heading towards you. Jargon got closer and closer, and the two of you reached for each other. Within an instant, he grabbed you and wrapped his arms around you as he flipped positions so he would crash into the tree instead with a sharp crack, making him yell out in pain. The two of you bounced off the tree and rolled down the snowy hill until you both made it to the bottom, Jargon holding onto you the whole time

Once the two of you made it to the bottom, Jargon rolled off of you with a heavy thud, breathing heavily as a crowd of guests stood there in shock and disbelief. Then, as people panicked, he turned his head to you slowly, still breathing heavily as he spoke with a strained voice due to the force of him crashing into that tree earlier

“Are you okay, mate…?”