Dancing Tides (15 page)

E
x
p
ec
ting
to s
e
e
E
th
a
n
C
o
d
y
st
a
ndi
n
g
ov
e
r
him he
wa
s sho
c
k
e
d to tu
r
n
a
nd
f
ind S
c
ott Phillips
s
itting
to his l
ef
t on a
n
ear
b
y
r
o
c
k.

T
he
m
a
n, or
r
a
th
e
r
his
g
h
ost,
a
nd his
f
o
r
m
e
r
c
a
pt
a
i
n in the
G
u
a
r
d, stood th
e
r
e
big
a
s li
fe
, d
re
ss
e
d in kh
a
ki sho
r
ts
a
nd a
b
r
ight
y
e
llow
T-
shi
r
t
w
ith a
n
a
v
y
o
x
f
o
r
d shi
r
t
, unbutton
e
d,
a
nd h
a
n
g
i
n
g
loose
o
v
e
r
the
T
ee.

S
c
ott look
e
d
re
l
a
x
e
d
a
nd in his
e
l
e
m
e
nt.

“Y
ou don
’
t
g
e
t a
s
a
y
in this, C
a
pt
a
in, not this t
im
e
.
Y
ou h
a
ve
no i
d
e
a
w
h
a
t it
’
s like
to live
w
ithout the
w
om
a
n
y
ou
l
ov
e
.”

S
c
ott l
a
u
g
h
e
d.
“Y
ou
’
r
e
j
okin
g
,
r
i
g
ht?
Dea
d h
ere
,
B
e
nn
e
tt, or
do
n
’
t
y
ou
r
e
m
e
mb
e
r
w
h
a
t h
a
pp
e
n
e
d to me
in
I
r
a
q?
Y
ou think
I
don
’
t know
w
h
a
t
y
ou
fee
l, h
o
w
mu
c
h
y
ou
’
r
e
hu
r
ti
n
g
.
Y
ou
’r
e
a
liv
e
, bud
d
y
. Be
g
r
a
t
ef
ul
y
ou
’
r
e
a
liv
e
.
W
h
y
c
a
n
’
t
I
g
e
t
y
ou to un
d
e
r
st
a
nd th
a
t
?
”

“
B
e
ca
u
s
e
, d
a
mn it,
I
don
’
t
wa
nt to be
a
liv
e
.
D
on
’
t
y
ou
g
e
t it?
I
wa
nt to be
f
r
e
e
of
the m
e
mo
r
y
o
f
wa
t
c
hi
n
g
h
e
r
die
r
i
g
ht in
fr
ont
o
f
m
e
.
I
should
’
ve
done
mo
r
e
th
a
t
d
a
y
.
I
f
sh
e
’
d told me
th
a
t Rob
b
y
p
e
st
e
re
d
h
e
r
in the
p
a
st
—
I
m
i
g
ht
’
v
e
b
ee
n
a
ble
to—do som
e
thin
g
.
I
should
’
v
e di
e
d th
a
t d
a
y
w
ith C
a
ssi
e
.
T
h
a
t son of
a
bit
c
h h
a
d
p
erf
e
c
t
a
im six
oth
e
r
ti
m
e
s th
a
t
af
t
er
noon.
W
h
y the
h
e
ll did he
h
a
ve
to miss
w
ith m
e
?
”

“H
e
didn
’
t miss, Co
r
d.
Y
ou took t
w
o shots to the
c
h
e
st b
ef
o
r
e
one
o
f
the
gu
e
sts
g
r
a
bb
e
d the
g
un out of
his h
a
nd
a
nd
wre
stl
e
d him to the
f
loo
r
.
T
he
E
M
T
s tho
u
g
ht th
e
y
’
d lost
y
ou
a
c
ouple of
tim
e
s on the
w
a
y
to the
E
R.”

Y
e
ah, w
e
ll,
th
e
y
shouldn
’
t ha
v
e
both
e
r
e
d.
O
th
e
rw
i
se
I
wouldn
’
t ha
v
e
sp
e
nt
the
last
e
ight
ee
n
m
is
e
rable
fu
c
k
i
ng
m
onths drin
k
ing
my
s
e
lf into obli
v
ion.

B
ut Co
r
d kn
e
w
b
e
tt
e
r
th
a
n to sh
ar
e
those
tho
u
g
hts no
w
.

I
nst
e
a
d, he
g
lo
w
ere
d out
into the
o
cea
n,
w
a
t
c
h
e
d
t
he
d
a
n
c
i
n
g
tid
e
s
a
g
a
in
f
o
r
the
b
e
st possible
pl
ac
e
to sink.
“
L
ook,
I
a
pp
r
e
c
i
a
te
y
our
t
r
y
ing
to s
a
ve
me
a
nd
a
ll,
b
ut
…
y
ou
’
v
e
b
ee
n
a p
a
in in the
butt
f
or
months no
w
.
I
’
m ti
re
d, C
a
pt
a
i
n.
I
’
m ti
re
d of
living
w
ithout C
a
ssi
e
.
I
’
m ti
re
d of
h
a
ving the
d
r
e
a
ms.
T
h
e
d
rea
ms
w
o
n
’
t l
e
t me
g
o
.
I
’
ve
r
e
pl
a
y
e
d th
a
t
s
ce
ne
so m
a
n
y
tim
e
s.
T
h
ere’
s nothi
n
g
y
ou or
a
n
y
one
e
lse
c
a
n do.
I
’
v
e
m
a
de
up
m
y
mind
a
bout
this.”