“Throw these on, grab two mooring lines, and wade over to those rocks,” Max instructed his new apprentice.
Jimmy pulled on the brown, waist-high waders, reached for the ropes, and jumped over the side of the boat into the shallow water. He then slowly started working his way toward the rocky shore.
Standing upright in the boat and pointing to a large rock, Max shouted, “Moor the lines to that large boulder. But be careful,” he warned. “The rocks can be quite slippery.”
Jimmy yelled back, “Aye aye, Captain,” and gave Max a thumbs-up.
Jimmy worked his way to the rocky terrain and headed toward the big boulder that Max had pointed out. He got busy tying the mooring lines around the rock, knotting the ropes just as Max had taught him.
After he checked to make sure the lines were secure, Jimmy stood up on the large rock and thrust both hands into the air in a gesture of success. That’s when he slipped off the wet rock and cracked his head wide open.
This 175-word post was written for this week’s photo challenge at Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.