The tea's ready now. We've already decided Michael is going to throw it. Don't ask me why.
It surprises and enlightens me that no one has fallen into the water yet. I mean, the boat has been shaking and rocking a lot for about half an hour.
Michael stands up slowly, trying to balance. He carefully picks up the carefully made tea and carefully walks in the general direction of the Belua Stulta Molesta. We watch nervously as he approaches the monster.
"One, two, five!" Graham yells, the sign for Mike to throw the tea. "Three, sir." Eric says. "Three!"
Michael looks back one more time and then splashes the whole content of the bucket in the beast's faces.
Then the hell breaks loose. The monster suddenly starts to shake, and we have to grasp the sides of the boat to not be shaken off it.
"Hold on!" Graham yells. If we can only survive for about... twenty seconds? Then the animal will calm down, hopefully, and we'll be safe. Just twenty seconds.
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