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Amphibious Gear
The day had started out normally at the River Thames for the twenty-eight year old, red head, river ride tour guide. Jack Daniels. Until Jack was just coming up to the Millennium Dome part of his tour, when he heard gunfire, it was a terrorist group from Russia called ‘The Travellers.’ The Travellers were a group that went around countries looking for fights that lead to wars.
All of the passengers on the river ride tour boat had leaned forward into the brace position; Jack joined them, babies were crying, women hurriedly trying to hush them up.
Then, the gunfire stopped and the group’s leader, a stocky short haired man, Borris Mythologitch blew on a small black whistle, the sound was so high pitched that all the windows on the tour boat had shattered into a million pieces. Then, for a second, there was silence on London’s busy river, the Thames. Following the silence was a rumble, the boat started to shake and slant from side to side, then it appeared, a humongous creature that was a cross between a crocodile and a veloseraptor.
Borris blew the whistle again, harder this time, and the creature dived under water. The force knocked the whistle out of Borris’ hand and into the river. Jack saw that the creature was swimming towards Tower Bridge, fast. Jack also saw the whistle drift towards his boat, Jack had made a split-second decision and dived in for the whistle. Jack was being shot at and was about a metre away from the whistle whilst the creature had just swam straight through the tour boat, to the dismay of the passengers watching from the lifeboats.
Jack blew the whistle as hard as he could and the creature stopped dead in it’s tracks about fifty metres away from the now deserted Tower Bridge. It turned around and calmly swam towards Jack, the travellers still shooting at him. The creature did not take kindly to this and stroked it’s monstrously powerful legs a bit harder. The travellers, however, saw it coming and fled in their Kazatka helicopters that they arrived in.
The massive creature looked at Jack, and then looked at the sea end of the Thames, Jack nodded, and threw the whistle into the water snapped in two and climbed onto the wreckage of his old tour boat. Jack stood watching the monster swim out to sea, his ginger hair blowing in the cool London breeze to the applause of the watching passengers of his ex tour boat.
The day had started out normally at the River Thames for the twenty-eight year old, red head, river ride tour guide. Jack Daniels. Until Jack was just coming up to the Millennium Dome part of his tour, when he heard gunfire, it was a terrorist group from Russia called ‘The Travellers.’ The Travellers were a group that went around countries looking for fights that lead to wars.
All of the passengers on the river ride tour boat had leaned forward into the brace position; Jack joined them, babies were crying, women hurriedly trying to hush them up.
Then, the gunfire stopped and the group’s leader, a stocky short haired man, Borris Mythologitch blew on a small black whistle, the sound was so high pitched that all the windows on the tour boat had shattered into a million pieces. Then, for a second, there was silence on London’s busy river, the Thames. Following the silence was a rumble, the boat started to shake and slant from side to side, then it appeared, a humongous creature that was a cross between a crocodile and a veloseraptor.
Borris blew the whistle again, harder this time, and the creature dived under water. The force knocked the whistle out of Borris’ hand and into the river. Jack saw that the creature was swimming towards Tower Bridge, fast. Jack also saw the whistle drift towards his boat, Jack had made a split-second decision and dived in for the whistle. Jack was being shot at and was about a metre away from the whistle whilst the creature had just swam straight through the tour boat, to the dismay of the passengers watching from the lifeboats.
Jack blew the whistle as hard as he could and the creature stopped dead in it’s tracks about fifty metres away from the now deserted Tower Bridge. It turned around and calmly swam towards Jack, the travellers still shooting at him. The creature did not take kindly to this and stroked it’s monstrously powerful legs a bit harder. The travellers, however, saw it coming and fled in their Kazatka helicopters that they arrived in.
The massive creature looked at Jack, and then looked at the sea end of the Thames, Jack nodded, and threw the whistle into the water snapped in two and climbed onto the wreckage of his old tour boat. Jack stood watching the monster swim out to sea, his ginger hair blowing in the cool London breeze to the applause of the watching passengers of his ex tour boat.
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Amphibious Gear
The day had started out normally at the River Thames for the twenty-eight year old, red head, river ride tour guide. Jack Daniels. Until Jack was just coming up to the Millennium Dome part of his tour, when he heard gunfire, it was a terrorist group from Russia called ‘The Travellers.’ The Travellers were a group that went around countries looking for fights that lead to wars.
All of the passengers on the river ride tour boat had leaned forward into the brace position; Jack joined them, babies were crying, women hurriedly trying to hush them up.
Then, the gunfire stopped and the group’s leader, a stocky short haired man, Borris Mythologitch blew on a small black whistle, the sound was so high pitched that all the windows on the tour boat had shattered into a million pieces. Then, for a second, there was silence on London’s busy river, the Thames. Following the silence was a rumble, the boat started to shake and slant from side to side, then it appeared, a humongous creature that was a cross between a crocodile and a veloseraptor.
Borris blew the whistle again, harder this time, and the creature dived under water. The force knocked the whistle out of Borris’ hand and into the river. Jack saw that the creature was swimming towards Tower Bridge, fast. Jack also saw the whistle drift towards his boat, Jack had made a split-second decision and dived in for the whistle. Jack was being shot at and was about a metre away from the whistle whilst the creature had just swam straight through the tour boat, to the dismay of the passengers watching from the lifeboats.
Jack blew the whistle as hard as he could and the creature stopped dead in it’s tracks about fifty metres away from the now deserted Tower Bridge. It turned around and calmly swam towards Jack, the travellers still shooting at him. The creature did not take kindly to this and stroked it’s monstrously powerful legs a bit harder. The travellers, however, saw it coming and fled in their Kazatka helicopters that they arrived in.
The massive creature looked at Jack, and then looked at the sea end of the Thames, Jack nodded, and threw the whistle into the water snapped in two and climbed onto the wreckage of his old tour boat. Jack stood watching the monster swim out to sea, his ginger hair blowing in the cool London breeze to the applause of the watching passengers of his ex tour boat.
The day had started out normally at the River Thames for the twenty-eight year old, red head, river ride tour guide. Jack Daniels. Until Jack was just coming up to the Millennium Dome part of his tour, when he heard gunfire, it was a terrorist group from Russia called ‘The Travellers.’ The Travellers were a group that went around countries looking for fights that lead to wars.
All of the passengers on the river ride tour boat had leaned forward into the brace position; Jack joined them, babies were crying, women hurriedly trying to hush them up.
Then, the gunfire stopped and the group’s leader, a stocky short haired man, Borris Mythologitch blew on a small black whistle, the sound was so high pitched that all the windows on the tour boat had shattered into a million pieces. Then, for a second, there was silence on London’s busy river, the Thames. Following the silence was a rumble, the boat started to shake and slant from side to side, then it appeared, a humongous creature that was a cross between a crocodile and a veloseraptor.
Borris blew the whistle again, harder this time, and the creature dived under water. The force knocked the whistle out of Borris’ hand and into the river. Jack saw that the creature was swimming towards Tower Bridge, fast. Jack also saw the whistle drift towards his boat, Jack had made a split-second decision and dived in for the whistle. Jack was being shot at and was about a metre away from the whistle whilst the creature had just swam straight through the tour boat, to the dismay of the passengers watching from the lifeboats.
Jack blew the whistle as hard as he could and the creature stopped dead in it’s tracks about fifty metres away from the now deserted Tower Bridge. It turned around and calmly swam towards Jack, the travellers still shooting at him. The creature did not take kindly to this and stroked it’s monstrously powerful legs a bit harder. The travellers, however, saw it coming and fled in their Kazatka helicopters that they arrived in.
The massive creature looked at Jack, and then looked at the sea end of the Thames, Jack nodded, and threw the whistle into the water snapped in two and climbed onto the wreckage of his old tour boat. Jack stood watching the monster swim out to sea, his ginger hair blowing in the cool London breeze to the applause of the watching passengers of his ex tour boat.