“You okay bud?” Dick had
seen him slump over out of the corner of
his eye. “Didn’t crack your noggin
did you?” He asked laughing.
Stepping to where Pete’s limp body hung
precariously over the stern, he shouted
“HEY!” The waves were
becoming more agitated now, making it
difficult to balance. Dick was now beside
Pete. He reached down to help Pete away
from the rail. A strong smell accosted his
nostrils as he drew nearer. It almost
smelled like the blood from the tuna, but it
was much more intense. That’s when he
saw it gushing from the back of Pete’s
head, and screamed.