A flare arched over and landed inside the fishing boat, and in moments there was smoke billowing out of it, mixing with the fog.

"Who shot that flare?" Jacob demanded. "What if..."

The boat exploded.

"Eh, I think she's dead now," the lookout said faintly, rubbing his eyes with his sleeve. Everything was still sorta blurry - but was it the smoke, the fog, or the bright light from the explosion?

"Ya think?" Jabob scowled. "Right, let's get back and report to the boss."

The boat's motors rumbled as it turned and headed deeper into the fog.

"Good thing GPS still works, huh boss?"

"Shut it, Louie!"