With The Waves

While Qing Chen was sleeping peacefully in his bed and Wuming was already in the basement again trying to tire himself for a few hours of sleep, two hardworking men were sailing along the coast in search of a floating body.

"This would be all for nothing if we don't find that body," said Badger, the flashlight in his hand emitting a thick strip of yellow light.

"We're going to find it," said Fox. "It's going to wind up somewhere."

"Not if the fish get to him first."

Fox shivered at the thought of a school of fish taking apart a body. "There are no big fishes in this part, right?"

As most of their work had been done in land, both were pretty much clueless with the matters of the sea. "I don't know," Badger shrugged but a slow feeling crept on his forearms as he made his eyes wider as if it would help him see if there were sharks in the water. Crocodiles are mostly around rivers… right?