Tourists shuffled after the guide and her yellow umbrella. The view of the bay was stunning from the lookout, and everybody took out their cameras ready to ruin perfectly good landscape photos by posing in them themselves with wide smiles, thumbs up and sweat-spots.
Larry traveled by himself, so he’d have to wait for some of the others to take their own pictures, and ask if they’d take one of him. He leaned on the railing and looked out at the town below and the bay. A lone rowboat floated on the calm water. He could se the silhouette of a man holding a fishing rod in the little boat. Larry envied the fisherman, he was tired of the cramped tourbus and the loud talk all the time. Perhaps he would take up fishing when he got home?
He wanted to take a picture of the fisherman, and began fumbling with his camera when a movement by the rowboat caught his eye. Larry had assumed that the dark spot in the surface was deeper water, but… it was moving. He saw the huge shadow move towards the little fisherman. He wanted to call out, but there was no way he would hear him so far away. He turned back to the others.
– Miss Smith! There is a big shadow in the water! he called to the tour guide.
She waved back to him.
– Be with you in a moment, Larry! she said.
Larry looked out at the bay again. The shadow was directly below the boat now.
– Miss Smith! he called again and moved towards her.
– What is it? she asked as she met him.
Larry grabbed her arm and walked quickly back to the railing.
– That big shadow it moving! The fisherman is in danger!
– What fisherman?
Miss Smith sounded confused and Larry turned back to the water with his heart in his throat. There was no little rowboat, no fisherman and no shadow. Only the waves that rippled in the water bore witness that something had happened.