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This voice has suggested his cigar will taste better hereHe can sit on a fallen log the waves have cast up and watch the after-ashes of the sunset, as orange fades to tangerine and the stars go blueThe Gulf will look pleasant in such light, the voice suggests, even if the Gulf has had the bad taste to mark the beginning of his marriage by swallowing two of his beloved's little sisters But there's more to watch than just a sunset, it seemsThere's a ship out thereIt's an oldfashioned one, a pretty, slim-hulled thing with three masts and furled sailsInstead of sitting on the log, he walks down the beach to where the dry sand becomes wet and firm and packed, marveling at that swallow-shape against the fading sunsetSome trick of the air makes it seem as if 1007 the day's last red is shining right through the hull He is thinking this when the first cry comes, chiming in his head like a silver bell: Emery! And then comes another: Emery, help! The undertow! The rip! That is when he rolex submariner 50th anniversary sees the girls, and his heart gives a springing leapIt seems to rise all the way to his throat before falling back into place, where it dashes double-timeThe unlit cigar tumbles from his fingers Two little girls, and they look just the same They appear to be wearing identical jumpers, and although Emery should not be able to distinguish colors in this dying light, he can: one jumper is red, with an L on the front; the other is blue, with a T The rip! the girl with the T on her jumper calls, holding out her arms in supplication The undertow! calls the girl with the L And although neither girl appears to be in the slightest danger of drowning, Emery doesn't hesitateHis joy won't let him hesitate, nor his bright certainty that this is a miracle 1008 opportunity: when he turns up with the twins, his previously distant father-in-law will change his tune in a hurryAnd the silver chimes those voices ring in his head, they urge him forward, tooHe rushes to rescue Adie's sisters, to men's gucci wallet gather the lost girls in and splash with them to shore Emery! That's Tessie, her eyes dark in her chinapale face Emery, hurry! That's Laura, with her dripping white hands held out to him and her lank curls pasted against her white cheeks He cries I'm coming, girls! Hold on! Splashing toward them, now up to his shins, now his knees He cries Fight it! as though they are doing anything but standing there in water that is only thigh-deep on them, although he's now up to his own thighs and he's six feet and two inches tall The water of the Gulf - still chilly in mid-April - is up to his chest when he reaches them, when he reaches out to them, and when they seize him with hands that are stronger than any little girls' hands should be; by the time he's close enough to see the silvery gleam in their glazed eyes and 1009 smell the salty, dead-fish aroma coming from their rotting hair, it's too lateHe struggles, his cries of joy and his entreaties to fight the undertow turning first to chanel jumbo bag yells of protest and then to screams of horror, but by then it is far too lateThe screams do not last long, in any caseTheir small hands have become cold claws digging deep into his flesh as they pull him deeper, and the water fills his mouth, drowning his screamsHe sees the ship against the last cold ashes of the sunset, and - how did he not see it before? how did he not know? - realizes it is a hulk, a plague ship, a deathshipSomething is waiting for him there, something in a shroud, and he would scream if he could, but now the water fills his eyes and there are other hands, ones that feel like nothing but stripped radiations of bone, closing around his anklesA talon pulls off a shoe, then tweaks a toeas if it means to play "This little piggy went to market" with him as he drowns As Emery Paulson drowns 19 - April of '27 1010 i Someone was yelling in the darkIt sounded like Make him stop screamingThen there was a flat hard whacking sound and the dark lit up deep red, first on hermes kelly handbag one side, then in the backThe red rolled toward the front of the darkness like a cloud of blood in water "You hit him too hard," someone saidWas that Jack? 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