I swear on my mother?s eyes, I don?t know another f-f-fuckin? thing. Jesus, man I?ll p-p-pay you. What
d?ya want? You want my car? I got a brand-new Chrysler convertible it?s yours. Damn it, please. .
“That?s better, Weasel. Okay, start walking this way.”
“1 can?t, not in the dark, don?t do..
“Just walk toward my voice.”
“1 can?t m-m-move!”
“I?ll keep talking and you keep walking and if you don?t lose your cool, you?ll make it over here. But
you better stop fuckin? around, Weasel, because the tide doesn?t stop. It?s gonna get deeper and. .
“I?m walkin?, I?m walkin?. Can I have the light, can I please have the fuckin” light?”
Murphy was dragging one foot after the other through the sandy water. Each step seemed to take him
deeper.
“I?m going wrong!” he yelled at the darkness. “The water?s up to my shins!”
“I warned you about the tide, Weasel. just keep coming. You?re doing fine, but don?t stop. If you stop,
they?ll be on top of you in another five minutes.”
Murphy took another step and the water swirled around his knees. He began to get sick to his
stomach. He started running, lost his balance, and fell face down in the cold salt water. He scrambled
frantically, trying to get his knees under him, but with his hands shackled behind him he had trouble.
He swallowed a mouthful of water, then got his head up, coughing and gulping for air.
“Where are ya?” Murphy screamed when he finally regained his footing.
He heard the sailboat?s motor, then realized it was moving away from him!
“Hey!” Murphy screamed. “H-e-e-e-y!”
The sound of the motor grew dimmer and dimmer. The thrashing of the sharks was drawing closer.
The water was almost up to his waist.
The last human voice Murphy heard was the Stick?s, far off in the blackness of night. The man?s
singing! Murphy cried out to himself
“Up a lazy river, by the old mill run -.
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