Stay on Ice, Funny Clips and Amazing People Videos

Stay on Ice

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Super Kicks, Funny Clips and Amazing People Videos

Super Kicks

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Stay in Air, Funny Clips and Amazing People Videos

Stay in Air

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Snooker, Funny Clips and Amazing People Videos

Snooker

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Suddenly Darkened

Monique turned around and sat opposite him, a broad smile on her face. “You enjoyed that?” he asked lightly. “What do you reckon?” she returned. Her expression suddenly darkened, her eyes focused on something behind him. Matt turned and looked. Across a plain of straw and dead earth he saw a shadow moving along the edge of the jungle. He figured it must be someone from the resort. But the person moved in a slightly awkward manner, like the joints were stiff with arthritis. “What a strange looking man,” Monique said.
Ellen lay on the deck chair with Kurt straddling her and massaging her shoulders. As he dug his fingers into her muscles, enjoying the feel of her skin, he saw a figure approaching from the south. The figure skirted the edge of the resort lights and moved down to the beach. The figure was very tall, wore tattered clothes and a scruffy-looking hat, and appeared to move a little stiffly. Kurt shrugged his shoulders, figuring it was the old man who still lived on the island somewhere, come to scavenge for food. But even after deciding that, he felt a cold shudder run up his spine. The figure seemed to move in an almost inhuman manner; and just for a second, though he figured it was only his imagination, Kurt thought he saw two glowing red eyes in the dark face. Kurt, Matt and Pete had a light breakfast of toast and coffee. By eight-thirty they arrived at the dive shop. Josh didn’t look impressed. “Someone broke in here last night,” Josh explained his mood. “A side door in the workshop was forced.” He shook his head. “The funny thing is, all that seems to be missing are a few wetsuits. All the tanks and regulators are still here. All the expensive stuff. Nothing was damaged. Just those wetsuits gone.” “Have you called the police?” Pete quizzed. “I’ve informed hotel security. They’re looking into it. Apparently the souvenir shop was also done over. All that was taken from there were some hats. Weird, man. Very weird. And that’s not all. Some tools went missing from the maintenance shed. A damned strange mix of stolen goods.” He shook his head again as if to rid it of the confusion. “You here to hire another boat?” he asked, changing the subject. “That’s right,” said Matt. “And the same gear as yesterday.” “Crowbar as well?” Josh raised an eyebrow. “No,” Kurt said. “We’ll swap it for some waterproof flashlights.” Now Josh raised both eyebrows. He looked like he was itching to ask what they wanted them for, but refrained. After all, it really wasn’t any of his business. “Okay,” he said finally. “Three waterproof flashlights.” Josh organised the gear, and included three black rubber flashlights. He led them out onto the jetty. Kurt noticed that a number of the boats had been hired out already, including the one they’d used yesterday. Josh dumped two tanks into a red boat. Matt carried the third and placed it beside the other two. Kurt jumped in and took up a position behind the wheel. “Storms are forecast for today,” Josh told them. “Around here they can rip in as fast as a tornado, so if you see any sign of trouble, I don’t care how far away, get your butts back here. Don’t mess around.” Kurt fired up the outboard and Josh untied the rope from the cleat on the jetty. When the boat had cleared the wharf, Kurt opened up the throttle a little and the craft motored away. Already there was a wind gusting up, and windsurfers galore were out sailing on the bay. Kurt weaved smoothly around them. When he was clear of the congestion, he opened the throttle further. By the time they reached Hollow Island the water was beginning to chop up. Kurt ran the boat up onto the beach, the tide on the way out. He wiped sweat from his brow and climbed out. The day was certainly sticky enough to produce a storm or two. They quickly climbed into their gear, keen to see what was inside the cave. Kurt had his camera with him, encased in a waterproof housing. He slipped the strap around his neck and carried his fins over the rocks to the channel. The water in the channel was turbulent, splashing up over the rocks with each gust of wind. Kurt hated diving in wishy-washy water like this. You always had to fight fluctuating currents. But he slipped his fins on and dropped in. Beneath the surface it wasn’t too bad. He kicked down to the bottom. As he descended he wondered what Ellen was doing at this moment. Probably still sleeping. They were up late talking and drinking coffee in her room after finishing with the pool. He’d felt like sleeping in himself; had felt pretty tired dragging himself out of bed early this morning. But that fatigue succumbed to his enthusiasm to explore the cave. It had been lying here open all night, waiting. What would they find inside? he wondered. Nothing, probably. But maybe something? One or two gold coins overlooked by the treasure hunters of days gone by? He reached the bottom, and Pete and Matt arrived soon after. Together all three stared at the entrance to the cave; a cave that had been sealed shut for twenty odd years. It looked dark and forbidding, but at the same time fascinating and compelling. Kurt snapped off a photo of the entrance, then switched on his torch and shone it into the cave. All he saw for the expanse of the beam were rock walls and ceiling and a sandy bottom running straight ahead. Matt and Pete peered down the tunnel, standing either side of Kurt. Kurt looked at Pete and saw him shudder. Kurt gave the okay signal. After a moments hesitation, Pete returned the signal. Kurt then repeated the process with Matt. He nodded and put thumb and forefinger together. Let’s go, Kurt prompted himself, feeling a shudder crawl up his own spine. Torch out in front of him, he kicked into the cave. Everything was silent as he swam down the tunnel. The only sound was his own breathing. He peered behind him to make sure his friends were following, and was greeted with two bright lights staring him in the face. One of his friends – he couldn’t tell which because of the glare – was swimming along above and behind him up towards the ceiling, while the other was skimming the sandy bottom. Looking forward again, his own light picked up a left hand curve ahead. He rounded the curve and the tunnel ran in a straight line once more. The cave was well lit with the three lights blending as one solid beam. From ceiling to floor, Kurt figured it was nine or ten feet. He wasn’t sure what distance they’d come so far, but estimated they must be close to being beneath Hollow Island by now. He paused to take a photograph of the tunnel. His camera had an inbuilt flash and he snapped off a frame. The further they swam into the tunnel, the more murky the water became. Before, the flashlight beams had been bright white. Now they were rendered a yellowish milky hue. Visibility had dropped from about forty feet to only fifteen. Up ahead he saw the tunnel branch off into two. He shone the light down the left side of the fork. Saw nothing but murky water. In the right fork the water looked clearer, so he chose that one. They swam on for what seemed like ages. But when Kurt checked his watch in the flashlight beam it had only been two minutes. This section of tunnel so far had revealed nothing. Just more rock walls and sandy bottom. If this was the correct tunnel, they should be approaching the cavern soon, where the fissure in the rock above would have sunlight streaming in through it. And that’s where it would get interesting. If there was any of the ancient Spanish treasure left, that’s where it would be found. The tunnel curved left and opened up. Here the water was still murky, but a little clearer because sunlight was darting down from above. They had reached the cavern. The walls spread apart and the ceiling vanished. Kurt rose slowly and was surprised when his head broke the surface. Above the water the cave was bright. Kurt looked up toward the ceiling about six feet above and was blinded by the light pouring in from the outside world. He looked away and gradually his vision readjusted. When he glanced around the cave he determined it to be eighteen, maybe twenty feet in diameter, and was in the shape of a crude circle. There was a ledge several feet above the waterline and he hoisted himself up onto it in a sitting position. The ledge was about three feet wide and eight long, and on that ledge something glinted brightly in the slash of sunlight: A stack of gold coins standing three inches high. Kurt’s heart hammered. He held his breath and gingerly, almost afraid they would disappear before his eyes like a mirage, reached out to touch them. They were cold and hard under his touch, as solid and real as the ledge he was sitting on. Excitement gripping him and he quickly counted them. Thirteen. Thirteen Spanish doubloons!

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Playing Games

“Some guys mightn’t have bothered,” Kurt said honestly.  “But I would have.  So long as I was pretty sure you were interested.  I don’t really like playing games, though.  This sort of flirtatious, hard-to-get routine.  Not that I want a girl to be easy in a sexual way.  But if she’s genuinely interested I expect her to act like it and be approachable.”       “I honestly wasn’t playing games with you.”       “I know that,” Kurt assured her.  “At first I thought you might have been, but I wasn’t sure.”        “Your accent.  It’s not truly American, is it?” Ellen observed, changing the subject.         “No.  I’ve lived in America since I was fourteen.  I was from Australia originally.  My father decided to move out to Florida because he got a job offer her couldn’t refuse.  Back home in Australia my father was a dolphin trainer at Sea World, which is a water theme park on the Gold Coast.  He was somewhat of an expert in his field, so when some visiting officials from the Miami Seaquarium saw him, they were impressed with him and offered him a job in Florida.  He saw it as a great opportunity with top money, so he accepted.  We packed our bags and moved out there.  That was eight years ago.”       “So where are your parents now?” Ellen asked him.  “Why were you living with Matt’s family?”       Kurt took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh.  “My parents were killed in a boating accident.”  He paused.  “They were returning a once injured dolphin to the wild just off Key West.  Their boat apparently broke down and drifted into the path of a P & O cruise liner.  As you can imagine their boat was smashed to pieces.”  He paused again to swallow a lump that had formed in his throat.  “And so were they.” Ellen obviously didn’t know what to say to him, so she just reassuringly touched his arm. “It’s okay,” he told her. “That was a long time ago now. Seven odd years ago.” His mind was drifting to the past, but he forced himself back to the present. “Anyway, I knew Matt from school and I knew his parents pretty well. They took me in for six years. Helped me through it all. Supported me like a family through high school and college. Matt’s been more like a brother to me than a best friend.” “Do you have any brothers and sisters?” “No. How about you?” Ellen shook her head. “I’m an only child, too.” She paused before posing her next question. “You don’t have a girlfriend back in Miami?” “No. Not at the moment. I did have a girlfriend a few years ago in college. We were going out together for two years. In fact we were engaged to be married. But that’s another story in itself. I’ll tell you about it some other time. We’ve had enough of my morbid stories for one night.” To lighten the mood, he said, “I’ll race you down to the bar. Loser gives the winner a massage.”
Matt left the nightclub with Monique, the bigbreasted girl he’d been chatting up earlier. They walked past the pool and failed to notice Kurt and Ellen lazing about in the water. Matt led her down to the beach where they walked south a little way to ensure some degree of privacy. The moment Matt stopped walking, Monique was all over him. She’d seemed pretty keen in the club, and now that keenness was let loose in her actions. She grabbed him around the neck and darted her tongue into his mouth. Matt felt himself going hard immediately. He grabbed the cheeks of her ass and brought her closer to him, grinding his pelvis into hers. Monique removed her arms from his neck and, still kissing him, found his belt and struggled feverishly to undo it. She finally got it undone and zipped down his pants. She thrust her hand inside and gripped his hardness through his underwear. Matt’s hands groped for the hem of her minuscule skirt and hitched it up over her hips. He stroked her bum with one hand, and rubbed her dampening crotch with the other. She was wearing G-string panties and he tugged the string tight up her cheeks. This seemed to stimulate her somewhat, so he did it a few more times. Then, as if by some unspoken message, they broke the embrace simultaneously. Monique dropped to the ground on her knees and pulled Matt’s pants down to his ankles. The bulge in his underwear looked as big as a hammer. This excited her to the point of almost desperation and she ripped his underwear off to expose his thick, throbbing cock. She took it into her mouth immediately; and the way it stretched her lips apart reminded her of a visit to the dentist. She swallowed as much of the length that she could, but only managed to gorge about two thirds of it. It was too fat and long to deep-throat all the way. I may be practiced at this, she thought, but I can’t do the impossible. Matt, meanwhile, was enjoying the sensation of her mouth around his weapon, as he called it. Monique stroked his testicles with her fingernails as she worked. Matt played with her hair, encouraging her to keep going. She suddenly pulled away. “That’s enough,” she said with a lewd smile. “I don’t want you to cum yet. He’s got work to perform first.” She pointed at his erect penis. Monique stripped out of her skirt and top, her heavy breasts bouncing out of the fabric. “Like what you see?” she asked, proudly sticking out her chest. “Yeah,” Matt managed to say while staring at her two soft, mountainous forms. He brought her to him again and sucked hard on a nipple. It was already erect but stiffened further under the touch of his lips and tongue. “I like a man sucking roughly on my tits,” she swooned. “Be fair and give the other one a try.” He did, sucking greedily like a starving man. As he sucked he worked her panties down her thighs and they dropped to her ankles. She kicked them away. Matt reluctantly moved away from her breasts and stepped out of his pants and underwear. Monique roughly tore open his shirt. Buttons flew off and landed in the sand. “Nice chest,” she commented and began running her tongue along the lines of his finely defined pectorals. “A ripply stomach, too,” she said between licks. “I like that.” Next thing Matt knew he was lying on his back in the sand with Monique straddling him. She squatted down and guided his length between her thighs toward her steamy mound. She liked the sensation of when the head first touched her lips, and the anticipation of pleasure to come as she was about to drive it deeply into her hungry tunnel. She caressed her clitoris with the tip for a few moments, teasing him and herself, then dropped her full weight onto it and drove it all the way inside her. It was a tight fit, making her feel stretched and full. But her pussy was lubricated enough to swallow it in one thrust. She rose all the way up to the tip and slowly dropped down again, feeling the length of it. “Ooh,” she sighed and dug her nails into Matt’s tight chest. Matt gripped her hips with his hands and met her gentle thrusts. He felt her lips squeeze the head of his dick as she rose, and felt it grind into the end of her pussy as she dropped all the way down again. He decided there was no better physical sensation than this. As she worked away on top of him, he watched the expressions fluctuate on her face. As Monique rose her features would soften and relax. As she slid down again, her face would tense up and she would moan. Gradually her tempo increased, thrusting faster and harder, grinding her pelvis on his at the end of each descent. He gripped a meaty breast in each hand and squeezed the nipples. “Suck on them,” she hissed. Matt squeezed her tits together so the nipples were only an inch apart and sucked them both into his mouth at the same time. This drove Monique wild and she doubled her tempo, driving down relentlessly on his shaft. “I’m going to cum,” she told him and let out a huge sigh. Then another, and yet another. When she’d finished she relaxed, but kept slowly thrusting. “Do you want to cum in me this way?” she asked. “Or do you want to get on top?” “I want to take you from behind.” “Ooh,” Monique said and smiled. She slid off his length, which glistened with her juices, and positioned herself on her hands and knees. She thrust her buttocks up a little, making her lips pout open. Matt eyed her orifices and positioned himself behind her. He gripped his eager tool in one hand, placed his other on a cheek of her ass and guided himself into her. The fit was a little tighter now since she had cum, and she tensed several times on his entry. “I get really sensitive just after I’ve cum,” Monique told him. “But I’ll relax after a minute. Just take it slow for the first few thrusts.” Matt did so, easing his member in and out. He watched it enter her, filling her all the way up. After a few more strokes, Monique had relaxed somewhat and he commenced pounding away at her more steadily. “Ooh. You really know how to give it to a girl,” she praised. With each stroke Matt increased his tempo, hungry for relief. Monique began thrusting her buttocks at him, meeting his strokes. The first few times were uncoordinated, but they soon established a rhythm. Matt liked the way she was thrusting back and he knew he was going to explode soon. After several more strokes his stomach tensed up and he felt an intense tingling sensation in his loins. He came in quick bursts and kept on thrusting until he was drained. Then he pulled out and sat back in the sand to rest.

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It was giving him a headspin.  “I’m a journalism major, hoping to land a job with either a magazine or newspaper.  Plus I want to do freelance work; both writing and photography.  I’m a photographer as well.  I’ve already had an article published in Photographic magazine in Los Angeles:  An article on underwater photography. “Which reminds me,” he said to Matt and Pete. “I forgot to take my camera with us today when we went diving.” “Good photographer you’re going to make,” Matt chided him. Kurt shrugged. “For some reason it just slipped my mind.” “You do scuba diving as well?” Ellen said. “I’ve never tried that.” “Maybe I can give you a few lessons while we’re here?” Kurt suggested. “That’d be great,” Ellen replied with enthusiasm. “Anyway, back to what I was talking about. At the moment I have a job doing bar work at nights in a restaurant. I’ve worked there part time for a few years now as a kitchenhand to help pay my way through college; and to give me some spending money. Plus I made a little bit of cash through selling the occasional article and short story.” “So what about you, Ellen?” Pete piped up. “What’s after college for you?” “My father owns a hotel in Miami Beach,” she replied, lighting another cigarette. “I’m going to be working there in various positions for a while, with a view to one day being assistant manager of the place.” “How big is this hotel?” Matt asked. “Sixteen stories. They’re basically first-class suites for rich tourists and businessmen and women. The hotel also has a bar, a restaurant and nightclub, plus a few souvenir shops.” “So you’ll be working in all those areas,” Kurt said, “to learn the ropes?” She nodded. “I’ll being doing hands-on work in every facet of the hotel; from cleaning the rooms, to valet parking at the door, working on the reception desk, room service, waitressing in the restaurant, selling souvenirs, supervising security in the nightclub. A little bit of everything so I get an idea of how everything functions.” “Sounds like a big job,” Pete noted. She nodded. “But it’ll be fun.” She smiled. “Especially when I’m finally assistant manager and get to boss everyone around.” Matt smirked. “Women usually enjoy doing that.” “Chauvinist,” Ellen told him light-heartedly. The latest Madonna song came blaring through the loudspeakers. “I like Madonna!” Ellen said excitedly. “Want to dance with me?” she asked Kurt. “Sure.” They weaved their way out to the centre of the dance floor, which had flashing coloured lights in the tiles. They danced to the Madonna track and a couple of other recent hits. Ellen moved well, keeping in time with the music with graceful steps and gyrations. Kurt always felt a touch stiff and awkward when dancing, especially improvised dancing such as this, but did his best. He kept his steps in time with the beat no problem, and that was the main thing. After three songs and just starting to work up a sweat, Kurt and Ellen moved off the dance floor and back over to their table. Pete was sitting there alone. “Where’s Matt? At the bar?” Kurt asked him. Pete shook his head and pointed to a nearby table. “He’s over there tuning those three chicks.” Kurt looked in the direction Pete was pointing. Sure enough Matt was there, chatting gregariously with three young women. His attention seemed focused on one in particular; a blond, her face heavily caked in cosmetics. Kurt could understand why Matt was so taken with that particular girl. Her breasts were so voluminous she virtually had to rest them on the table top. Kurt smiled and said in Pete’s ear, “Seems like he’s in his element. Why don’t you go join him?” “Nah. Not my type. Listen, I might check you guys later. I’m gonna go hit the hay.” Pete rose from his chair, said goodnight to Ellen, winked at Kurt, then made his way out of the club. “You want another drink?” Kurt asked Ellen. “No, thanks. Why don’t we take a walk outside instead, away from the noise where we can talk without shouting.” “Sounds good.” Kurt led the way out of the club. “Have a good evening,” the doorman offered as he let them out. “You, too,” Kurt returned. They took the elevator down to the ground floor and walked out through the lobby. Outside, away from the air-conditioning, the night air was warm, but not muggy. Wandering past the pool, Ellen casually felt the temperature of the water. “Water’s nice,” she said. “We should go for a swim.” Several other couples milled around the grounds, soaking up the tropical night. But the pool was empty, the lights in and around it having been shut off at nine o’clock. “Okay, sure,” Kurt agreed. “Let’s go back inside and get changed then.” Once inside the elevator Kurt hit button five and said to Ellen, “What floor are you on?” “By the look of it, the same floor as you.” “That’s convenient. What’s your room number?” “Two, fifteen.” “We’re in room two, ten.” The elevator reached the top floor uninterrupted. The doors slid open and they stepped out. “Let’s meet back here in five minutes,” Kurt suggested and let himself into his room. Ellen’s was only just a little way down the hall on the right. She waved as she slipped inside and closed the door. Kurt found Pete lounging on the bed watching reruns of Miami Vice on the television. “Thought you would have been sick of Miami by now, Pete?” Kurt quipped. Pete shrugged and sipped on a cup of tea. “I’ve always liked this show.” He sat up. “What are you doing back so soon? I thought you’d be spending as much time as you could getting to know Ellen. That’s why I left you two alone.” “Don’t worry. I’m just getting changed to go for a swim in the pool with her. We’d had enough of the nightclub. You can’t relax and talk properly in those places.” Kurt unceremoniously stripped out of his clothes and pulled on a fresh pair of black racers. He climbed into a sleeveless T-shirt and shorts, grabbed a towel, didn’t bother with shoes, and was ready to go. “Enjoy the show,” he said to Pete on the way out. “And thanks, buddy.” Pete nodded and Kurt closed the door. Outside, the hallway was empty. Ellen hadn’t emerged yet. While he waited by the elevators, Kurt wondered how Matt was getting along. He knew Matt was the type of guy to pick up ladies for the evening, and he figured that’s what Matt had in mind with that well-built girl downstairs. And by the look in her eye while she spoke with him, her mind was on the same thing Matt’s was. Kurt looked up when he heard a door open and close. Ellen walked down towards him. She was wearing a white skirt, and showing above it was the top part of that white one piece she had been wearing in the pool that morning. Kurt could see the faint outline of her dark nipples through the tightlystretched material. Ellen’s breasts looked full and firm; a good size. Not big, but not small either. He quickly averted his eyes, not wanting her to catch him staring at her chest. She smiled at him and Kurt hit the elevator button. Downstairs by the pool they dumped their towels on a deck chair. Kurt slipped off his shirt and shorts and Ellen took off her skirt, exposing her smooth hips and athletic legs. She quickly glanced him up and down. “You’ve got a cute body, too. And face,” she added before diving into the pool. Kurt dived in after her and followed her past the bar, beneath one of the bridges, and up to the other end. “I have a question,” he said when they’d stopped swimming. Ellen looked at him expectantly, her eyes sparkling from the moon’s reflection off the water. “This morning when we were in the pool and you were sitting by the bar,” Kurt posed his question. “Why did you take off when you saw me coming over to talk to you?” Ellen shrugged and flicked her hair back over her shoulders. “I don’t know,” she smiled sheepishly. “I guess I just got a little shy when I saw all you guys looking at me. I am a bit shy sometimes. Not always. But I get the odd irrational attack of the bashfuls.” “So you didn’t run off because you didn’t want to talk to me or something?” “No. And I wasn’t playing games with you, either. If I didn’t want to talk to you, I wouldn’t be here now.” She turned and rested her arms on the side of the pool. “I’ll let you in on a little secret.” Kurt smiled. “Oh, yeah. And what’s that?” “This afternoon, in the gambling room, I deliberately sat down beside you at the blackjack table. You may not have noticed, but there was a free seat at the other table. I could have sat there, but I didn’t. It was just lucky that there was a vacant seat beside you. Otherwise I would have had to come up with another plan to meet you.” She paused. “I thought I might have put you off after taking off in the pool this morning, so I figured I’d have to make the next move to show you I was interested. Otherwise you might not have bothered to try and talk to me again.”

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The night was dark and humid, storm clouds homing in on the island from the south-west. Lightning danced in forks on the horizon, thunder grumbling like an awakening beast. The island lay in wait, no wind; just eerie calm. A scarecrow stood in the middle of a cornfield, lifelessly gazing out over the ocean. It had wooden arms and legs, with a coat and trousers packed with straw. But its head was once a living thing; a human skull with the vacant eye sockets of a long-since decomposed face. On top of the skull hung the tendrils of an old mop, over which rested the traditional straw hat. Its coat began to flutter as the breath of the storm finally reached the island. Lightning cracked closer to shore, the thunder louder. The high moon and stars were quickly blotted out as the storm consumed them. The scarecrow continued to stare inanimately out to sea, as if watching the storm approach, waiting for it. A gust of wind hit the cornfield, blowing the stalks to forty-five degree angles. The wind brought with it the first drops of rain; big drops that spread to the size of a baseball when they struck the dirt.  The scarecrow was quickly drenched, its coat and trousers now hanging limply with the weight of the water.  Sheet lightning flashed high above. A random bolt struck the water a hundred yards offshore.  Thunder boomed.  The water hissed and sizzled.  Another bolt struck, this time on the beach; getting closer.       The scarecrow still stared ahead.  Still waited.       A third bolt of lightning struck the ground, this time in the cornfield two hundred yards from the scarecrow.

Dirt and cornstalks exploded.  Thunder cracked like a thousand whips at once.       Two lightning bolts shot down simultaneously, joined together like a Y and hit the scarecrow between the eyes.  There was another crack of thunder, but the scarecrow wasn’t destroyed.  Instead, it glowed with an aura of white light.  It seemed to fill out, take on a more human shape, but at the same time remained a scarecrow:  Made of wood and straw and that human skull.       The air around it crackled with static.  The aura began to undulate as the scarecrow slowly, stiffly, began to move.  It uprooted its legs from the ground, took one step, two.  Then it was walking freely, most of the stiffness gone.       In the jungle two hundred yards to the east, an old man hid in the darkness, the rain pelting into his face.  He looked on in disbelief as the scarecrow walked through the cornfield.  His heart hammered and a pulse beat rapidly at his temple.  Then he fled into the night.

The scarecrow continued to walk, the storm raging around it.  A barn loomed at the southern end of the cornfield, a farmhouse adjacent to it.  The scarecrow moved purposefully toward the barn and entered its open doors.  It searched inside.  The interior was dark, but it could see.  Its eyes were alive now and glowed like red-hot coals.       When it found what it was looking for, it left the barn and moved toward the farmhouse, a scythe in its hand.

The  helicopter flew over Fishook Island.  Beside the pilot sat a young black man, lines already appearing on his face from the pressures of police work.  Sergeant Rhafne had got the call an hour ago.  Fishook Island was his jurisdiction, so he flew straight out from Nassau.       They circled the island to prepare for landing.  The island was small, maybe three miles long and two wide at its broadest point.  It was easy to see how it got its name.  It was, in actual fact, the shape of a crude fishhook.  The island was home to maybe a hundred people; mostly fisherman and their families, a few small-time farmers.  In the curve of the hook, which formed a small bay, lay the little township of ramshackle huts.  A few trawlers and some other rather unseaworthy-looking boats were moored in the bay.  The helicopter landed on some bare ground in the centre of town, greeted by half the population; who got excited every time life from outside visited.  Although they didn’t look too excited today.       When the blades had slowed, Rhafne climbed out onto the patchy grass and quickly walked away from the chopper.  He hated getting out of those things; always feared the blades were going to drop down and take his head off.       A white man walked up to him.  He was a rough looking fisherman named Shaw.  He’d been the one who made the call to Rhafne an hour ago.  He’d found the bodies.       “Sergeant,” Shaw grunted and shook Rhafne’s hand.

“Take me there,” Rhafne quipped.       A jeep was parked beside a tiny hotel in the sandy street.  Shaw got in behind the wheel, Rhafne beside him.  The engine fired to life and the jeep lurched off, heading south.  They followed a dirt track.  On the left was palm-tree jungle, on the right lay a field of sun-baked corn.  The road was littered with tree branches and broken palm fronds.       “Bad storm here last night.  Lightning struck the ground several places.  You can see where it’s gouged holes and burnt the corn.”  Shaw drove on past a barn and pulled to a stop in front of the farmhouse.  They got out.  “I came here to deliver some fish to the Richardson’s this morning.  That’s when I found them….Or what’s left of them.”       Shaw entered the house, Rhafne close behind.       “I hate this part of my job,” Rhafne said, referring to the moment just before he was about to lay eyes on a corpse, not quite knowing what sort of carnage was going to greet him.  He steeled himself and followed Shaw into a bedroom.       “In here,” Shaw said quietly.       Rhafne held back a gasp.  On the bed lay two headless corpses; presumably Mr. and Mrs. Richardson.  The bed was soaked in blood, the walls splattered with gore.  Rhafne forced himself to take a closer look.  He touched the blood-stained sheets.  The blood was dry.  He prodded one of the corpses with a finger.  It was stiff.  They’d been dead for some hours.       “Notice something?” Shaw said.       Rhafne nodded.  “Of course I notice.

Their heads are gone.”       “Not just cut off,” Shaw went on.  “They’ve been taken away.”       “Let’s search the house,” the sergeant decided.  “Maybe the psycho dumped them somewhere.”  He had another thought.  “Are there any other bodies in the house?”       “No.  The Richardson’s had no children, thank God.”       After a thorough search they came up with nothing.       Rhafne sighed and said:  “Let’s try the barn.”       The barn yielded zero as well.  Rhafne lit up a cigarette and offered one to Shaw.  Then they stood in the doorway to the barn and smoked.       “Want to know somethin’ else that’s unusual?” Shaw said, dribbling smoke through his nostrils.       “What?”       “The Richardsons had a scarecrow out there in the cornfield.  Now it’s gone.  I thought maybe the storm blew it down or somethin’.  I checked.  There’s no sign of it.”       “So what do you think?  Someone murdered the Richardsons just to steal their fucking scarecrow?” Rhafne was incredulous.       “I don’t think anything,” Shaw returned.  “It’s just damned strange, is all.”       Rhafne considered it, couldn’t see any possible connection between the missing scarecrow and the murder.  He shrugged it aside and finished his smoke in silence

“Better fly the coroner out here,” he decided.

Wes Marshall rubbed his eyes and glanced out the window beside his bed.  It was still dark outside, silver moonlight washing in through the window like a stream.       Something had woken him.  Some sound, he guessed, but couldn’t recall what.  He’d been in a deep sleep, not consciously hearing the sound, just jolted awake by it.  Now he heard a creak somewhere in the hut.  Clumsy footsteps approached the bedroom door from the other side.  Wes lived alone, so he was out of bed like a shot, reaching for a bowie knife he kept on the bedside table.  The footsteps stopped outside the door.  He held his breath.  In the silver light he saw the doorknob slowly turning, the door painstakingly slow to creak open.       Wes watched, open-mouthed, as the figure entered the room.  His blood ran cold when he saw the glint of moonlight off the steel blade of a scythe.  But what shocked him the most was the figure that held it.  It was unmistakable, even in this dim light.       The scarecrow moved towards him, red eyes glowing in its skull of a face.       Stunned by the impossible and frightening sight, Wes’ muscles went to jelly.  The bowie knife slipped from his grasp and clattered to the floor.  He tried to say something but his mouth wouldn’t work.  He just started to babble as the thing raised the scythe for a strike. Terror gripped Wes’ heart like a cold fist. But he didn’t have to endure the fear for long as the scythe struck like a lightning bolt, severing his head clean off the shoulders. Wes Marshall’s head bounced off the wall onto the bed. The body remained standing for a moment, gushing up blood through the neck like a fountain, then gradually fell forward and hit the floor with a dead thud. The scarecrow retrieved the head, briefly examined it, then stuffed it in an empty canvas bag. It studied the mess it had made and, pleased with its work, walked stiffly out of the bedroom.
In a hut set back in the jungle, the scarecrow found a heavy black woman and her daughter sleeping in the only bedroom. It struck swiftly and silently, first decapitating the sleeping woman. The point of the scythe gouged a hole through the mattress as the blade separated the head from the body. The little girl stirred as blood spattered her face. Her eyes fluttered open but saw nothing, not yet adjusted to the gloom. She touched the stickiness on her face and was about to let out a scream when the scythe took her head off as cleanly as a knife chops a vegetable. The scarecrow gathered the two heads and added them to the bag with its first prize. Satisfied with the evening’s efforts, the thing left the outskirts of the little town and headed south, the three skulls in the bag only the very beginning of the harvest it planned to reap.

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For the second time in as many days, Sergeant Rhafne was woken up early by a call on his twoway radio from Fishook Island.  Even before he responded to the call, he knew what it was going to be about.  The radio message from Shaw confirmed it.  Another body had been found, same condition as the last.       He hurriedly dressed, kissed his slumbering wife goodbye and headed off to organise the chopper.       This time he took the coroner and a young deputy with him.       They made Fishook by eight-twenty.  As usual, the majority of the townsfolk greeted their landing.  Once Rhafne was safely away from the chopper’s whirring blades, he took in the expressions on the faces of the townsfolk.  Their faces were etched with fear; fear of an unknown, bloodthirsty maniac who was ravaging their peaceful community.       A possibility struck Rhafne as he studied the faces:  A seriously real possibility.  He could very well be looking into the face, right now, of the psycho who was doing this.       He found Shaw sitting in his jeep smoking a cigarette.  Rhafne, the coroner and the deputy climbed into the jeep.  Shaw drove them east, inland toward the jungle, and soon  they skidded to a stop in front of a hut on the outskirts of town.       “Wes Marshall’s his name,” Shaw told Rhafne as they entered.  Then added,  “Or was.”       Marshall’s corpse was in the bedroom, lying chest down on the floor.  Once again, Rhafne noticed, the head was nowhere to be seen.  The bedroom reeked of gore and death.  The coroner immediately got to work, and Rhafne walked outside for a smoke.       Shaw joined him.  “There’s a madman loose on the island.
Most likely it’s someone I know.  I know everybody here.”       Rhafne searched Shaw’s weather-hardened face.  “Anyone in particular been acting strange lately?  Anyone stressed or depressed?  Or violent?” he asked.       Shaw smoked and thought about it.  “No,” he said finally.  “No one I can think of.”       “Could be an outsider,” Rhafne mused.  “Been any visitors here?  Anyone new on the island?”       Shaw shook his head.       At that moment a young black boy of about fourteen or fifteen hurried up to the hut.  His face was flushed and he was excited, more with fear and shock than anything, Rhafne decided.   “Mr. Shaw!  I’ve found two more!”       Shaw tossed his cigarette away.  “Who?  Where?”       The boy pointed into the jungle.  “Mrs. Ogilvie and Catherine.”       “Oh, shit!” Shaw spat and leaped off the verandah.  Rhafne was with him and together they followed the boy deeper into the jungle.  They came to a run-down hut, made of wooden slats and fibro, nestled comfortably amid cooling palms.  A hammock was strung between two of the palms:  A hammock these two people would never relax in again.       Inside, in the bedroom, was the familiar scene:  Two headless, lifeless figures lying amidst a gory, spray-painted like pattern of blood.       “That makes five in two nights,” Rhafne calculated.  “Better check all the dwellings on this island to make sure there are no others we don’t yet know about.”       The boy went over to touch one of the corpses.       “Don’t do that, son,” Rhafne said gently, but firmly.       Shaw said, “Come on, Josh.  Outside and get back to your folks.”       Josh slinked away out the door, a little stunned by what he’d seen, but not yet visibly affected by it.  Wait till he tries to sleep tonight, Rhafne thought somberly.  Poor kid.       “Where’s the lady’s husband?” he asked Shaw.       “Dead.  Died a few months back.  Taken by a shark while spear-fishing.”       Rhafne shook his head sadly and went back to assign the deputy the task of looking after the Ogilvies.       Rhafne and Shaw headed into the village and organised some men to search every dwelling on the island.  The main township didn’t take long, but the sergeant and Shaw spent the better part of an hour driving to scattered huts throughout the atoll.  They came to the final dwelling, a hut that stood alone on the eastern shore, nestled amidst thick jungle and undergrowth.       “Who lives here?” Rhafne asked.
“Old man Jake.  Keeps to himself.  Lives off the land basically.  Eats coconuts, catches his own fish with a rod.  Don’t see that much of him.  He’s a bit of a crazy old fool.”       Rhafne got out and knocked on the door.  Waited.  No response.  He hammered at it this time.  Still no answer.  Quiet.       “Hope he’s okay,” Shaw murmured.  “Maybe he went fishing?”       Rhafne shrugged.  “I think we better take a look inside anyway.  Just to make sure he’s not victim number six.”       The door was unlocked.  It creaked open like tired bones.  Rhafne entered first.  The interior was gloomy.  As the sergeant’s eyes adjusted, things began to materialize.  The hut was made up of only one room, with a small section closed off with shower curtains to make up the bathroom.  There was an open window on the far side, but with the jungle so thick behind it, it didn’t offer much in the way of light.  There was a bench and wood-burning stove on the right.  On the left wall was a rack holding several rifles.  Another rack next to it held an assortment of fishing rods.  A hammock was strung between two poles near the window, and in the centre of the room was a single armchair.  Somebody sat in the chair.       “Jake?” Shaw said quietly.  The figure didn’t stir.  “Jake!” he repeatedly more urgently.       The head of the figure ever so slowly swiveled to face them.       Jake looked to be at least sixty, Rhafne figured.  He had absolutely no hair, just a sunburned, wrinkled pate.  His gray eyes were deep-set amid a valley of wrinkles.  He wore no shirt and looked surprisingly fit for his age. “You okay, Jake?” Shaw asked uncertainly.       Old man Jake nodded slowly.  “Okay.  Yeah,” he croaked.       “Have you heard about what’s been happenin’, Jake?”       Again he nodded.  “It’s harvest time.”       “Harvest time?” Rhafne repeated, confused.  “What do you mean?”
The old man looked at him with his deep-set eyes.  “When it’s time to harvest, out comes the reaper.”       Shaw whispered:  “Ignore him.  He’s crazy.”       “Yeah,” Rhafne whispered back.  “But what’s a crazy man capable of?”       Shaw motioned the sergeant outside.  “You don’t think Jake’s responsible, do you.  He’s old and he’s senile, but he ain’t no butcher.”       “Then who is?”       Shaw shrugged.  “I dunno.  But I can’t see him doing anybody any harm.  My bet is it’s an outsider.  I don’t know who, or why, but I just can’t imagine anybody on this island doing such a vicious deed.”       “Okay, then,” Rhafne decided, “we’ll just have to organise a watch party for tonight and see if we can’t catch this guy.  Gather together about a dozen of your most trusted men.  Move the rest of the community into the huts in the centre of town.  That way we can keep an eye on everybody.  You can start by telling Jake to come with us.”       Shaw went back inside, re-emerged a few minutes later.  “He won’t come.”       “Are you sure?”       “I’m sure.”       “It’s his funeral.”       They drove back to town and set to work organising the plan.  By the time sunset came, pink and orange over the bay, everyone was in position.       The deputy had since flown back to Nassau with the coroner and the bodies.  Rhafne had assigned him the task of filing the necessary paperwork, leaving Rhafne free to deal with things here.       Rhafne himself was situated on the western outskirts of town, on the bay.  Shaw was stationed on that side as well, about a hundred yards away further north.  As requested, all the townsfolk were gathered together for the evening in about ten huts in the centre of the village.  Those dwellings around the outskirts were empty.  A dozen or so men were stationed at strategic locations around the outskirts of the village, every man armed with a rifle or hand-gun and within sight of another.       The hours passed.  Rhafne smoked cigarette after cigarette.  As the moon was rising over the jungle, Rhafne checked his watch:  Quarter after nine.  He wondered if the guy was going to show.  If the maniac was one of the villagers, he most certainly wasn’t going to do anything tonight.  If it was an outsider, arriving somewhere on the island by boat, he’d be none the wiser as to what was going down.       The minute hand of Rhafne’s watch moved slowly on to the twelve:  Ten o’clock.  Still no action.  The island was dead silent.       He lit another smoke, concealing the flame behind the bushes where he hid.  By the time he finished his smoke it was ten after ten.  Damned time was dragging by like a dying dog.  But patience was the name of the game in a stakeout situation.  He hated this part of his job as well.  It was boring as hell, but a necessary procedure. By midnight Rhafne’s cigarettes had run out, and he wished he had another packet. Even more bored without any smokes, the hour from twelve to one seemed more like four.

Jack “Jumbo” Williamson, as he was affectionately known, was stationed at the southern end of town. Behind him was jungle, beyond which lay the cornfield of the deceased Richardsons. He nervously smoked a pipe. Didn’t like being down this end at all. He could see Sergeant Rhafne to his left, a little further north, standing next to some bushes near the beach. Jumbo, as his name suggested, was a big black man. Unfortunately, most of his size was stacked around the waistline. Still, he was as strong as an ox, he knew. And if this scumbag showed his face tonight, he planned to give the guy a real hammering- Jumbo’s head hit the ground with a soft thud. His fat body made a loud thud as it fell. The scarecrow stood there with its scythe, the blade dripping blood onto the sand. It was getting quicker, it realised. More flexible, more efficient. More silent and deadly. It jammed the point of the blade into the crevice of the neck and scooped Jumbo’s lifeless head into the bag. That made six. This was a good harvest. The scarecrow’s clothes were wet with salt water, and they rubbed as it walked into town.
Rhafne saw it first, an indefinable silhouette against the moonlight. He knew it wasn’t one of the villagers. Too tall. And it walked with a strange gait. The shape moved towards the first hut, carrying something in each hand.  Moonlight glinted off steel.   Rhafne recognised it as the unmistakable blade of a reaping tool; a scythe. He withdrew his police issue hand-gun and stealthily moved in on the shape. Shaw had seen it too, and was coming in from his position further north.  The figure had now entered the hut, which was empty.  Shaw joined Rhafne and together they walked towards the building.       “Where’s Jumbo?” Shaw whispered.  “He should have seen him.  Came from his direction.”       Rhafne shrugged and whispered, “Maybe he fell asleep.”

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Armed with Rifle

“Better not have.” Shaw was armed with a rifle. He squatted below the open window of the hut, while Rhafne positioned himself beside the open door. Rhafne peered around the corner, couldn’t see a thing inside. Too dark. Damn, he thought. Should have brought a flashlight. Not good preparation, he chastised himself silently. He motioned to Shaw to look in through the window. Shaw sneaked a quick look, then shook his head. Couldn’t see anything. Rhafne waved him over and Shaw scuttled across to the sergeant on his haunches. “Too dark to see a damned thing,” the fisherman said under his breath. “I know,” Rhafne responded quietly. “There’s no one inside other than this guy, whoever he is, so we’ll just wait for him to come out. You stay on this side of the door, and I’ll cover the other side.” When Shaw nodded, Rhafne rolled across the front of the door to the other side, then stood up with his gun ready. He peered inside. Two red eyes stared back at him. There was a whooshing sound above the sergeant’s head. Instinctively he dove to the ground and rolled away, just as the blade of the scythe carved a gash in the dirt where he’d been half a second ago.       Shaw went to raise his rifle for a shot, but felt the full brunt of the scythe’s handle in his stomach.  He grunted and doubled over.  Then the figure was off.  Rhafne watched the figure running away, too stunned to move for a moment.  Shaw got to his feet, the pain in his gut subsiding.       “That looked like the Richardson’s fucking scarecrow!” Shaw grunted in surprise.  He shook his head to clear it.       “Couldn’t have been,” Rhafne tried to dismiss the insane idea
“Well what’s it fucking look like to you, Sergeant?” Shaw challenged gruffly.       Rhafne stared after the figure as it disappeared south along the beach.  He’d seen it close up:  Straw hat, ragged clothes, skull-like face….and those horrid red eyes.        “I’ve seen that scarecrow a thousand times,” Shaw went on.  “I’d recognise it anywhere.”       “But how?” Rhafne couldn’t comprehend it.       “Who knows how?  We’ll worry about that later.  Let’s just get the jeep and be after the thing!”       The jeep was parked in the centre of town.  Within two minutes, Sergeant Rhafne, Shaw, and two other men armed with rifles were riding the jeep south along the beach in pursuit.       They caught up with the scarecrow at the southern tip of the island.  The moon was high and full now, illuminating everything with a silver sheen.  The scarecrow entered the water.       “He’s heading out to Hollow Island!” Rhafne yelled.  “It,” Shaw corrected him.       Hollow Island was a tiny island, maybe only a couple of acres in land mass, with a large underwater cave beneath it.  The island was only two hundred yards off shore and was clearly visible in the moonlight.
As the scarecrow disappeared into the water, Shaw and the other men fired off several rounds each.  Bullets fizzed and ricocheted off the smooth surface, but never struck anything solid.  The scarecrow was gone, vanished into the depths.       Rhafne stopped the firing.  “Shaw!  Get me a boat, some scuba gear and an underwater flashlight.  Bring some other flashlights as well.  Tell the others to stay there and guard the townsfolk.”       “Right,” Shaw responded and got into the jeep.       To the other two men Rhafne said, “You two stay here with me….In case it comes back.”       “What is it?” one of the men asked, not sure of what he’d just seen, and not having seen it up close like Rhafne and Shaw.       “I don’t know?” Rhafne replied honestly.  “I don’t really know.”       Shaw took twenty minutes to return with the gear.  Behind the jeep he towed a trailer, on which was a dinghy with a small outboard.  He backed the trailer into the water while the other men unhooked the dinghy.  All four got in and Shaw started the motor.       The small craft cruised out toward Hollow Island.  As they got closer, Shaw had to maneuver the vessel around rocks and reef that protruded through the surface.  He beached the dinghy in a small cove on the western shore of the island.       Rhafne was first to alight.  The others got out and they dragged the boat up onto dry sand.       Hollow Island was only sparsely covered in vegetation, mostly just palms lining the beaches with a small rise in the centre that was pretty much bare.       “Let’s search the island,” Rhafne decided.       Shaw handed each man a flashlight.       “Do you think we should fan out?” one of the men asked.       “No,” said Rhafne.  “Could be too dangerous.  Let’s stick together.”       They circumnavigated the tiny island, following the beach.  When that revealed nothing – no sign of the scarecrow, no footprints in the sand – they ventured inland and checked the centre.
Shaw lit a smoke.  “I think it’s in the cave.” He pointed down at the ground to the cave below the island.       “That’s where the scuba gear comes in,” Rhafne said.  “Can it breathe somewhere in there?”       Shaw shrugged.  “Doesn’t matter.  If it’s what I think it is, it don’t need to breathe.”       “How much diving gear have you got?” Rhafne asked him.       “Enough for two.”       “Good.  You’re coming down with me.”       “I am?” Shaw blew smoke into the night.       “Yes.  You are.”       The four men went back to the cove and the dinghy.  Rhafne and Shaw stripped down to their underwear.  Shaw’s back, arms and chest were smothered in tattoos, which he covered over with a wetsuit vest.  They put on tanks, fins and masks.  Shaw had included two waterproof flashlights, so they each were armed with one.  “You been in there before?” Rhafne asked.       “I’ve been down there.  I haven’t been inside.”       “Right.  You lead the way then.”       “Thanks,” Shaw grumbled and waded backwards into the water.       Rhafne followed suit.  The water was cool around his legs, but not cold.  When they were in waist deep, they flicked on their torches and slipped beneath the surface.  Rhafne had trouble purging the water from his tired old regulator, but he eventually got it clear and followed Shaw’s light out to a rocky outcrop.  The water was pitch dark outside the range of their lights.  Here the bottom dropped off markedly.  Rhafne trailed Shaw down to the sea bed.  They followed a channel in the rocks and arrived at a large, dark hole:  The entrance to the cave that led under the island.  They shone their lights inside, the beams penetrating down a seemingly-endless tunnel.       Rhafne’s heart gave a stutter.  He had a sudden sensation that something was behind them in the channel.  He shone his light behind him.  Two red eyes in a skull-like face stared back.  Movement; the glint of light off steel.  Rhafne reacted too slowly and the point of the scythe dug into his ribs.  He gritted his teeth down on the rubber mouthpiece as the pain hit him.  The scarecrow darted past Shaw and swam into the tunnel.  Shaw shone his light after it, then aimed it at Rhafne.  Rhafne pointed to the surface and they swam back to the cove.       On the beach, Rhafne dumped his gear in the boat and stripped off his vest.
The scythe had penetrated through the rubber and sliced the skin between two ribs on his left hand side.  The wound bled a bit, but was only superficial.     “Luckily it couldn’t get a good swing underwater,” Rhafne mused.       “Could have gone into your lungs, otherwise,” Shaw noted.  He rolled the sergeant a cigarette, lit it and gave it to him.       Rhafne accepted it gratefully and puffed tenaciously.  He thought quickly.  “Do you have any salvage workers on the island?”       “One,” Shaw answered.       Rhafne nodded.  “Is that the only entrance to the cave?”       Shaw nodded.  “Except for a tiny opening in the centre of the island.  But nobody could fit out there.”       “Okay.  I want you to go back and get me some underwater explosives.”       “What are you going to do?”       “I have a plan.  Just get me the explosives and get back as quick as you can.”       Shaw nosed the dinghy into the cove, started the motor and roared off.  Meanwhile, one of the other men pressed a handkerchief hard against the sergeant’s wound.  By the time Shaw returned, Rhafne’s wound had stopped bleeding.  He and Shaw suited up again as dawn’s first rays of faint light coloured the eastern horizon in hues of pink and red.       “What have you got?”       Shaw showed Rhafne a lump of plastic explosive molded around the curved bottom of a beer bottle.  Attached to that was a detonator, some wire, and a timing device.       “The curvature of the beer bottle will direct the explosion in the direction you want it to go,” the seaman explained.  “We set the timer for, say, five minutes so we’ve got time to get the hell out of there But a word of warning:  Once you set it you can’t stop it.  Strictly set and forget.”       “Okay.  Let’s do it.”       “You gonna seal off the entrance so it can’t get out?” Shaw surmised.       “You got it.  Hopefully it’s still in there.”       Rhafne put on his mask and stuffed the regulator in his mouth.  There was still about fifteen minutes of air left in the tank, so that should be plenty.  He waded into the water, then dropped beneath the surface.
The water was still dark, just a hint of faint, murky light beginning to penetrate.  He followed his flashlight beam to the channel, and swam it to the cave entrance.  Shaw joined him there.  Both of them shone their lights around to make certain the scarecrow, or whatever it was, wasn’t lurking nearby.  They saw nothing but rocks and coral and sand.  Rhafne probed the cave entrance with the light, saw nothing but stone as far as the light would penetrate.  He then surveyed the cave entrance, searching for an ideal spot to locate the plastic explosives.  There was an eight foot overhang, like an awning above the cave mouth.  If the explosive was aimed to blow that off, that section of stone would be enough to seal it off.       Rhafne checked down the tunnel again.  No sign of the scarecrow.  He found a ledge about six feet up the tunnel wall just inside the entrance.  He indicated for Shaw to place the explosive on the ledge, aimed up at the overhang.  Shaw did so, then set the timer for five minutes.