Stranded

False Alarm

(Tord's POV)

I sigh and relax, loosening my grip on the rock as tension slowly eases its way out of my body.

The little shit actually saved me.

"I'm gonna try to get over to you!" Tom calls out to me, looking around the boat for some sort of paddle. I roll my eyes and gingerly step on the harpoon bolt, testing its give.

"Good luck with that Jehovah." I reply, easing myself off the rock and onto the harpoon bolt.

"Why thank you, Commie." Tom sneers, finding more motivation to find a way to get to me before I could find my way to him.

I smirk and slowly raise my hand off the rock. I grunt in pain and freeze.

That's not going to work...

I need to stop the bleeding. Yeah, that's it. I raise my shoulder slightly and bite down on the fabric, slowly tearing off the hoodie's arm. I shake it loose and catch it before it falls into the water. I reach up and wrap the fabric around my wrist, cutting off the blood flow. I tie a knot and sigh.

So much for my hand...

I decide to wait a few minutes for the bleeding to slow. Meanwhile, I turn to find entertainment by watching Tom pathetically fail at finding a paddle.

"You could just, you know, swim the raft over here." I suggest, wincing as the muscles in my hand start to weaken and numb.

The blue hooded man snorts. "And get myself wet? No thanks. I like my clothes dry, unlike you." He retorts, pointing at my soaked hoodie and pants. I laugh and focus my attention back to my hand.

"Stubborn as ever..." I say, mostly to myself, but judging by the huff I hear behind me, I guess I said it loud enough for Tom to hear.

I gently lift my hand off of the rock, sighing in relief as the blood seems to have stopped flowing. I turn back around and face Tom, balancing myself on the harpoon bolt. I let go of the rock completely.

Bad idea.

The harpoon dips and I scramble for purchase on the rock. The harpoon slides out of the rock, leaving a gaping hole in its spot. I hold my breath and wait for something to happen.

Nothing does.

"You alright over there?" Tom asks, still searching the boat for a paddle.

I chuckle nervously. "Yeah, false alarm." I assure him, finding my previous position against the rock. I notice that my foot is awfully close to the hole. I shrug and think nothing of it.

Until I hear a crack.

And then there's a rumble.

And after that?

Well...

There was nothing left.