The fishing hook leaped up into the air and fell down into dark, murky blue water. On the end of the hook, a very thin piece of wire was attached. It ran along the top of a long fiber glass rod that was held tightly in the hands of a tall fisherman. He had brown hair with a goatee of the same color and was wearing cargo pants and a bomber jacket. The murky water was accompanied by a pail gray sky that was a cesspool of clouds and fog. The fisherman whistled a tame tune and swayed his leg back and forth off the dock as he did so. The man looked up in the sky and saw a flash of light behind the clouds, lightning.
Numerous hours of fishing had passed and the storm had progressed. The fisherman would have continued to fish but the storm was starting to become dangerous. Rain was pouring down heavily and he had seen lightning strike numerous places all over the water. The strikes were slowly but gradually coming closer to him. He reeled in the fishing line for the last time and pulled the bait that had not been taken off of the end. He took it off the hook and placed it in a tackle box. After this, he picked it up, along with the tackle box and began to walk away. As he pulled his hood up over his head, the entire jetty that he had been fishing off was rocked. The man dropped everything and fell to the ground. He turned over and saw that the edge of the dock was on fire, it had been struck by lightning. After a few moments, the man recomposed himself and frantically began to regather his things. But before he could even get to his feet, lighting struck again. This time, it was only centimeter's from the leg of the man. Before he even had the chance to truly panic, the fire from the lightning spread onto his leg. "AHHHHHHH!"
A scream pierced the cold coastal air and momentarily blocked out the loud, rhythmic sound of the rain. In a reflex action, he fell onto his back and rolled off the edge of the jetty. His body dropped into the six foot deep water and the flame was slowly extinguished. Smoke from it rose up out of the water as blood mixed into the murky, blue water. His vision became blurry and his eyes began to close. As he felt his consciousness begin to fade away, he felt something grab his arm tightly. A hand...
GASP! The man took a deep breath in and coughed out a very large amount of water. His eyes opened wide and he jerked his head back and forth. The man hastily sat up and looked around. He saw, standing over him was a woman. Her long umber hair was ringing wet and her clothes were drenched in the same water that he was. As he took several fast, deep breaths, the woman lay her hand on his chest. "Calm down," she chuckled, "you almost drowned".
The man bored his eyes into hers and took several deep, slow breaths before he was able to bring his breathing back to normal. "I'm Atlanta," she said with a warm smile.
"I...I'm Tom Curry," he said, sounding a little flustered. "You saved me".
She continued to smile in the way that she had been. It made Tom feel safe and comforted. He was going to speak once again but felt no need to. He smiled back at her.