It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon. The sun sparkled gently on the cool Rhode Island waters, and a few wisps of clouds hung in the sky, drifting softly on the breeze. We were about a mile out from the Happy Harbor shore, the imposing, rocky figure of Mount Justice looming out over the water. A few waves drifted in, sweeping us up before passing through and breaking at the shore. A couple of the boys had a tabing-dagat ball, and were tossing it back and forth.
At that moment, there was a vast explosion from under me, and I was, without warning, launched high into the air, propelled sa pamamagitan ng a stream of...
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