15 year old Jake handled the Rib with great aplomb as his bedraggled family\nscrambled aboard at the top of West Cross hill, teenager Amy was still texting\nas she held her phone clear of the water. Walter, the huge Newfoundland who’d\nfound the RIB settled down inside with a loud huff. Mike his owner had spotted\nthe RIB spinning in circles with its dead owner. ‘Fetch,’ he’d yelled to\nWalter. There was grandma huddled in the corner muttering to herself, granddad\nwas clutching ‘Sapiens’ trying to read and teenage Ian was busy checking out\nthe RIB’s supplies. They all wore wetsuits and life jackets but were in a\npretty sorry state. Swansea Bay had turned into the Sea of Swansea and\ndisappeared under a massive 120 foot tsunami. Despite constant warnings in all\nthe media and loudspeakers bellowing out across the town few had been properly\nprepared for the devastation. <\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
So what serendipity had led Walter to finding a fully equipped abandoned RIB\nnear their West Cross home? Sixteen stone Walter with his webbed paws was fully\ntrained, his one mission in life to rescue humans at peril in the water. When\nMike yelled ‘Fetch’ he’d spotted Bill Hawke’s head being sliced to bits by the\nprop as the RIB swung in a perfect ellipse back on its tracks. Bill had\nforgotten to attach the ‘dead man’s switch’ which would have stopped the engine\nwhich had churned him into fleshy gobbets within seconds. Five minutes earlier\nhe’d been sitting astride the jockey seat, a can of Stella in his hand sneering\nat all the screaming, drowning, desperate people yelling: <\/p>\n\n\n\n
‘Losers, you’re a load of lemmings wailing and moaning, it’ll never happen\nyou said, it’s fake news. What a shower, you crowd of cretins, you losers. It’s\nevery man for himself now I’m taking care of number one.’ <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then out of the blue one of the pod of dolphins which had been bouncing\nalong in his speedboat’s wake took a mighty leap on top of Bill knocking him into\nthe sea. The 50 grand he’d spent on his pride and joy, the brand new Brig\nNavigator 730 was a dead loss now, nor were the twin powerful engines driving\nit with 225 HP any use at all. Useless too was his smart slim line dry suit and\nhis neat lifejacket, a total waste of space because Bill Hawkes was no more his\nmacerated body already feeding the hungry fish. \n\nMeanwhile on board Ramraider the seven survivors\nof Swansea’s tsunami took stock of their new home. Most at home was Walter, of\ncourse, as he accepted the thanks and praise and guzzled all the treats\nshowered upon him he slobbered just as much as he usually did then produced an\nenormous fart but today Walter could do no wrong. Captain Jake Leaned over to\npat him. ‘Our hero,’ he said grinning widely. ‘Our hero’ they all replied\ntoasting their canine rescuer\n\n\n\n<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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