Mike kicked a pebble on the pier and watched it plop down into the sea. “Okay, we’re here. Now what?”
Alex rolled his eyes and sighed as if he had other, better things to do than explain trivial things to the village fool for the tenth time. “Now we wait.” He spoke slowly and intoned each word to make sure the message got through. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and bounced on the balls of his feet.
Mike fought the urge to introduce his fist to Alex’s face. Instead, he nodded and chewed on his lower lip. Moments later, when the silence became unbearable, he spoke again. “For how long?” Pompous, know-it-all little prick was going to get the beating of a lifetime, if he gave him another stupid or arrogant answer.
“Until something big happens. Now. Shut. Up.”
Mike flexed his fist and tried to picture his friend’s nose as a swollen, three-feet-wide monstrosity across his face. He caught sight of something strange from the corner of his eye. He turned his head to it, and something cold sped from the base of his skull, down his spine, all the way to his limbs. “Big as in… like that perhaps?” He pointed at the shore.
Alex turned and looked. His face turned ashen, and the bulge on his throat went down once and rose slowly. His mouth hung.
“Sea going away big enough for you? Where’s the sea going, Alex? Huh? You messed up. Again.”