The Pope was on a visit to England and was taking a tour of Newquay... Walking along the seafront, he noticed something strange going on in the sea a few hundred metres from the beach. A Pakistani man who looked badly hurt seemed to be drowning in the water. The Pope asked his aide if he could borrow some binoculars to see what was happening more clearly. Looking through them, he then realised that the Pakistani man was in fact being attacked by a shark. 30 seconds later, a speedboat came into view with three men on board, all wearing England football shirts. The first man harpooned the shark, while the second guy saved the Pakistani by pulling him onto the boat. The third guy and the first guy then struggled with the shark, eventually killing it before pulling its dead body onto the boat, then speeding off to the harbour where they hung the shark up on public display, to cheers from the large crowd that had formed nearby. The Pope, still in a state of disbelief, insisted on meeting the three men, and headed to the harbour. On arrival, he called them over to him and said: "What I have just witnessed was truly amazing. I'd heard there was a lot of racial tension in England, but your actions and bravery have shown me that this is indeed not the case. You all risked your lives to save this man, and I hope that news of this will travel around the world and set an example to others. May you all live in peace and harmony forever, and may God bless you for the rest of your lives." He then returned to his car and was driven off back into the town. The first English guy turned around to the second guy and asked: "Who the hell was that?" "That was His Holiness the Pope." Replied the second guy. "Well, he knows FUCK ALL about shark fishing!" added the third guy. "How's the bait doing, or do we need to find another one?"