Wayne Bailey looked down from his high perch, only to find Charles Harrington had only climbed halfway up!
"Why so slow?" Is the big boss getting impatient?
"Do you think I don't want to be fast?"
Right beneath Charles Harrington's feet was the seawater, occasionally swallowing his feet. Thankfully, it was just seawater; had it been sulfuric acid, he would already be dead.
Wayne glanced at his wristwatch: "Hurry up."
"Mr. Harrington, you better speed up, the sea is rising."
"At my current speed, the sea will rise before I do," Charles said irritably.
The light from Wayne's watch shone down, illuminating Charles's pale face.
"Can you make it?" He arched an eyebrow, "If not, don't be a hero."
"FUC~K, I said earlier I can't make it up, who listened to me?" Charles stopped to catch his breath, not climbing any further. His arm felt as though it had been disabled; he couldn't move his left arm and relied solely on his right hand for strength.
