![]() ![]() He and Willy were scouring the beach, trying to salvage whatever they could from the wreckage. We’ll just have to try again," Ron said as he bent to pick up another piece of the raft. Well, that went better than last time, Ron said. ![]() Willy tossed it into the surf and fell over backwards. See-he waved it in Ron’s face- fish in my pocket. He regarded it thoughtfully, then held it out for Ron’s consideration. Eventually he reached into the right front pocket of his ragged jeans and pulled out a small, wriggling fish. If you could look past the near drowning, it was really quite impressive. He surveyed the scene, taking a moment to appreciate how thoroughly the ocean had destroyed their raft. Willy rolled over on his side, coughed up some salt water, and cursed a few times while he wrestled his body into a sitting position. Sounds like a personal problem there, buddy. Well, I guess that’s good news, Willy answered, making no effort to sit up himself. I’ve still got nine toes, he managed while struggling to sit up. Pieces tumbled in the surf and washed ashore.Īfter a few minutes of silence, Ron began to stir. Their little wooden raft had been crushed. They crawled up the beach, collapsed in the sand, and lay there for a while with waves breaking gently around them. Ron and Willy managed not to drown, but just barely. ![]()
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