His terror at what he had to do, was a little screaming creature, under a trapdoor he kept shut. Before nightfall came, he walked casually to the back of the ship. His heart was thumping already, although he also felt a thrill he hadn’t felt since childhood. The thrill of knowing you had to do something right – there would be no second chance. When his torso touched the water, his heart seemed to miss a few beats. It was so cold you couldn’t feel it. He was well forward of the rear of the ship, knowing that you could get sucked under by the wake, but now he wondered if he would be able to get out of its way, anyway. In a series of dips, he lowered himself into the water, feeling the strong tugging of the chord get even stronger with the motion of the ship. His hands were already bleeding and he couldn’t hold on much longer. He released the chord from his wrist, one loop at a time, and then pushed against the side of the ship. Buy Volume 1-get Volume 2 FREE (just keep receipt and email me)....More >< Less