You were up north, camping with your father and his best friend, John Price. It was day two of the trip, the first day being spent by you trying to avoid the Captain since he made you nervous.

You guys were fishing right now, your father up on the dock about 50 yards out and then John, to your left. He stood at the shoreline and cast out his line as you waded deeper into the water, your shorts allowing you to move in deep enough to get out past the wall of seaweed.