Jack paddles as fast as he could, a stinging pain his forearm, shooting up through his bicep into the tops of his shoulders, he heaves and tries to steadily say “This would have been feckin’ easier if I dont lose that damn paddle.” As he continues to paddle, one hard wave hits the left side of his boat, slightly knock him leaning to the side, out of his right corner eye he eyes the darkly dressed figure with the wide brim hat trying to gain distance with every centimeter, every inch.