Ann Marie Tajuddin
Sam grabbed a small wooden wall to his right, waist-high, and pulled himself to his feet. A table was bolted down to his left, level with his stomach, and he grabbed onto it to keep his balance, registering the gloves on his hands as he did so. Suddenly, he realized why he was so unsteady - he was on a boat and on the other side of the low railing, the angry sea tossed them about. "Come on, Allen! Barn door!" the man called triumphantly. Sam joined him reluctantly at the rail and saw a huge white...something rising from the depths. "Now we're in business!" Sam's companion crowed, shoving a wooden stick with a bent nail in one end into Sam's hand. Sam swallowed. "Oh, boy."
Sink or Swim