"Jack! Jack! Jaaack!" I screamed his name, over and over. The water at my feet boiled and I couldn't see what was happening. Come on Jack. Be alive. He must have twisted the bucket rope around his body as he fell because it was pulled taut.
Livvie deserves some fun, and going fishing with Jack, and his dog Serge was a great idea. But the catch of the day turns out to be something bigger than all of them. What else could go wrong? There's a strange, metallic smell in the air, and the weather - it's closing in fast . . .
