The boat tumbled over and over, the crack that boomed over the bay was as good as thunder. Then, after a moment of extended silence it sank beneath the calm surface of the water, a mini-titanic.
The speed boat bumped through the waves with all the smoothness of a go-kart over speed bumps. Dan's teeth involuntarily chomped down after each one, he kept his legs braced and his life jacket on. Next to him Ryan was pressing the engine ever onward for more speed, his face alight with the same zeal he used to have when leaping out of a particularly high tree branch or taking his chance to cross a busy street. Unlike his brother he wore only board shorts and shades. Until Armani made a life-jacket there was no may Ryan would be caught dead in one. With the increase in speed the rust-riddled hull bounced higher and higher, slapping the waves hard with each fall. Dan winced and sent of a prayer., but it was too late. On the very next impact the boat didn't simply crack, it flipped, cartwheeling across the early summer waves. In the post dawn light the only witnesses were the gulls, swooping over the disturbed water. And then it was gone; no boat, no engine, no Ryan. Only Dan floated...
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