He had never been fond of Ron, and Ron hated Tom just the same. So how did they get here? They were stranded and alone in a boat in the middle of Harris Lake. It was just another cottage weekend and fishing was Tom’s favourite thing to do. But when his wife suggested he take Ron along, his heart sank. “So...ever been fished before?” , Tom reluctantly asked, desperately trying to fill the awkward silence. There was an edge to his tone.
“Tom, I’m only here because my wife made me come. You know that right?” Ron rudely replied, failing to answer Tom’s question. “I hate these couples weekends. Is it even necessary for us to come along? Why don’t our wives come alone?”
“I often wonder the same thing. You think I like it here with you?! Fishing’s my alone time, and I don’t need a tag-along.” Tom was getting really annoyed by this point.
“Well, it’s unfortunate that I have to be joining you then.”
They sat there in silence. The lake was still at this time. The sun was just setting, and it reflected off of the crystal clear water like a mirror. Suddenly, something bumped the bottom of the boat. The two men were jolted. Once, twice...three times! What was happening? The boat was beginning to tip back and forth, and with the forth bump, the edge of the right side of the little fishing boat dipped into the lake and let some water in.
“Uhh...Tom? Is this normal? What was that?” By this time, Ron had forgotten about their argument and was starting to get nervous.
“I-I don’t know. Don’t worry about it. Anyway, we should start heading ho-” BAM. Again the boat was struck from beneath, but this time with more force than ever.
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