I know it's probably an innate trait of humans to warn one another of danger, but why do people scream so much? They cheer at the smallest victories, and they scream at the smallest scares.
"JIMMY! JIMMY WHERE ARE YOU!?"
My ears practically bleed as I stand beside the distressed mother and Scylla. Everypart of me wants to let the woman find her son herself; but due to scyllas involvement, I can get a pretty educated guess that my heroics have just begun...
"Ma'am whats wrong?"
"It's my son! I told him he could swim if he stayed along the shore... but he's gone! My precious Jimmy!"
"Dont worry miss, I will make sur-"
"Your supposed to be a life guard! How could you let this happen?!" Nothing is worse than a mother's rage... okay there's a few things, genocide, nuclear war, etc. Nevertheless the mother doesn't seem all that happy.
