I saw him coming and wondered how soon it would be before he gave me a wide berth … but he didn’t …
I saw the wake and had to move fast. Instinct told me that if I didn’t get the bow of my four-metre tinnie towards the onrushing wake, I’d be in trouble.
I hit the motor and thanked Neptune that it started immediately. By the time I had turned the bow to the wake, it hit me and I rocked as the big fella passed between me and the lighthouse.
Maybe he hadn’t seen me, but he sure heard me …
Hey! Arsehole!
He turned and caught my two-fingered salute to a skipper of a big boat going too fast and too close to a small boat adrift flathead-fishing. Had I not seen him, his wake would have …
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