I sat in the boat on a cooler Scar brought along on the trip for some reason, the woman who shot me whose name I learned was Rebecca sat across from me cradling her son''s unconscious body.


    You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.The rest of the journey was spent in silence apart from the child asking the boss a few irrelevant questions. I steered the boat all the while reflecting on my actions back at the beach, My temper had been explosive.