The helmsman was on his knees behind me holding the spurting stump of arm. As men began jumping down onto the deck the captain waved down at me.I nodd...d and moved around retrieving my throwing spikes before climbing back onto my ship. I nodded to the captain and first officer before moving to the prow. I sat and cleaned my weapons before finally going to my cabin to find a basin to wash my body in. When I was clean, I dressed in clean clothing and went back on deck. I stood with the captain by. I turned and looked at Jenny just going under and I had to laugh when I saw how she struggled to get on her feet. But soon enough I got worried when she didn't seem to get any hold for her feet and she kept struggling. I hurried to her and reached down into the water and took a grip on her arm to help to steady her but I felt that she was heavy, really heavy. I had to bend down and doing so I soaked all my clothes and finally got a grip around my daughter's waist and with a heave I got her up. The jacket was a size larger than I might otherwise wear, but the extra size helped compensate for my slightly wider shoulders and longer torso.After throwing in some accessories for maintaining the skis, bindings and wetsuit pieces, I'd once again dropped some serious change. I was out of cash as well, but there was a Bank of America branch right next to the Ski & Sport, so I popped over and used their ATM to grab some more cash. I preferred cash for tips and quick, small purchases. The part. She did…—-I had just finished a long hot shower after a rathertiring day on the streets. A few beers and a latenight movie would be the perfect companion for thisbig boy. I heard the doorbell ring. I don’t usually havevisitors. Three years on the street as a cop make you anaturally suspicious kind of guy. Habit makes me drawmy gun.—-I look through the spy hole but don’t see anyone. “Who’s there?” I ask.“Pizza boy!” Says a voice that is.