Too Young to Die (3 of 4)

On the harbour wall a crane stood isolated, defiant as the dark foaming mass crashed over it. There was a headland to the north that made up that side of the bay and I could see the ocean rising and falling against the cliffs possibly by thirty or forty feet.


I had a Grouper and a Red Mullet, it was enough. I had been in the water for about three hours and the current was slowly carrying me out to sea. I put my head down and began to fin for shore. Five minutes later I was aghast to see open water ahead, the current was turning me, so I zig zagged, a slow process but I was heading in the right direction. Two hours of hard finning and legs like jelly I was contemplating my extraction when something grabbed me from behind and my heart stopped, I turned, it was him. Relief turned to concern when I saw his face – ghastly white, – he shouted – every other word drowned by the noise of the sea that he’d explain later. I was to give him my weight belt, speargun and fish – he would go in first. They say every seventh wave is a big one, I saw him count and he was gone. The wave lifted him onto the harbour wall and receded again leaving a twenty five foot drop to the rocks below. The next wave crashed in, but he was already safe. I waited, he waved I swam. Closing on the harbour wall a mass of water welled up behind me. Glancing up I saw him waving me back, I had been too slow or the wave hadn’t been big enough. Turning I began to fin back out to sea, but ‘she’ was already retreating, water disappearing beneath me. I felt what I had dreaded, my fins brushing the rocks I had to keep up with the receding ocean. I don’t know if I heard the roar of the water or saw the wave first; it was too quick, but I dived into the wave and tried to swim up and out of it while ‘she’ forced me down. I was swallowing repeatedly as my lungs searched in vain for oxygen and then suddenly I was free once more. I looked up at the shore and I swear he was laughing, but he later denied it. Almost drained of energy we began again, timing it to perfection and ‘she’ dropped me unceremoniously onto the harbour wall.


We began to sort ourselves out. I judged my Grouper to weigh around seventeen pounds but he had more with four Red Mullet, three Bream and a smaller Grouper. A crowd had gathered, small children with that curious look on their faces. The men were examining the fish and there was a good atmosphere. I saw the old man from earlier. The old man slapped me on the back. ‘Loco,’ he said and grinned.

Sorry this has dragged on from 2 episodes to 4 😉 But I discovered there was more of the telling than I first remembered, stick with me please I promise next week is the finale. Love you for reading 🙂

About charliecountryboy

Part-time Carpentry Assessor. writer, runner, guitarist. Curious about life and all those wonderful people in it.
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59 Responses to Too Young to Die (3 of 4)

  1. Waiting for finale 👍😇

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  2. Ana Daksina says:

    Oh, good Lord — nothing boring about this read! I was right there with you! 😋

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  3. Rakkelle says:

    Make this into a book, Charlie.

    Liked by 3 people

  4. ilonapulianauskaite says:

    Hello, i always like to read real stories, it’s more interesting, waiting for more, thank you for sharing your experience🌈

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  5. etiliyle says:



  6. ilonapulianauskaite says:

    Hello, i always like the story with real facts, it’s more interesting and touching, it feels more real, loved the story so much and still you, waiting for the last part, thank you so much for sharing it with me🙏

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  7. Dumped on the harbour wall.. great swimming tactics.. 😉

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  8. kevymichaels says:

    That was very captivating as it was presented!

    There is a quote that goes “When Dive Into The Sea Of Fear, It Evaporates” I paraphrase

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  9. ChecheWinnie says:

    Really Charlie !! Will definitely be waiting for the finale. My heart skipped a beat when I read that line when you got grabbed from behind. It is so very awesome so far.

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  10. The Hinoeuma says:

    I couldn’t breathe well reading that.

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  11. Carolyn Page says:

    Great reading, Charlie; a fabulous adventure for sure!
    I’m looking forward to your ‘first’ novel… 😎

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  12. leesalove says:

    The whole time reading this I keep thinking there must be an easier way to get a fish! Mercy!

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  13. says:

    Turn this into a best seller Charlie. The suspense is priceless. I love it!❤ keep them coming.

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  14. I’m guessing you survive the experience, though terribly traumatised to a point where you can’t walk past the tinned tuna without suffering flashbacks…

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  15. I think you, or at least the younger version of you, may actually be a madman with a death wish! No matter, it gives rise to some fabulous tales!

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    • Haha thanks Pete, reflecting on it all I think it was the fear of failure, which has seem to haunt me. I actually wanted to run away! There are many times I’ve felt physically sick before I’ve done something, but done it anyway……hmmmm…. maybe that is madness 😜

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  16. InspiresN says:

    gripping story and a wonderful post!

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  17. Seriously Loco 🙂 I’m on the edge of my seat!

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  18. Lara/Trace says:

    The entire series is GRIPPING!


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