Dingies are useful contraptions, although full of odd contradictions in design. Now that I was on this glorified raft, I had no choice but to float. Floating, usually meant as a relaxing activity,was disappointing as my only means of transportation. This was my getaway and I was looking for jet propulsion. Instead, things took a turn for the worse when Bonkers looked at me with fire in his eyes and raised his gleaming left paw. More of a hacksaw than a limb, it was clear the next few moments were going to move quickly.
Factor in Bonkers, and it's a miracle I survived. Bonkers, however, did not. Don't think me a callous person, for I did mourn the loss of my maritime companion. But free of my furry friend I was able to concentrate on the scene before me. The hailstones, now piled in the centre of the dingy, had stopped falling from the sky. The storm, as quickly as it descended decided to move on to torture others. That was the good news. The bad news was that there was only sea around me in every direction, and a collection of junk pulled from the sinking ship.
I tried to rearrange my things while I waited for cleverness to visit me, but I couldn't get the image of a laughing Jasper out of my head. Green eyes staring hard at me, lines knotting his face, and dark curly hair, I hated him even if he was the most fun I'd had all summer.
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