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By BR Chitwood
Sci-Fi With Reality of Today!
-A Battle Between Good and Evil-
Three young Phoenix, AZ businessmen are enjoying their #1 hobby – deep sea fishing on the Sea of Cortez in Rocky Point, Mexico where their families gather for holidays, long week-ends, and any other excuses that can get them there. The Three men are business partners in a fast-growing Sports Gear and Equipment Business in Phoenix and have their lives exactly where they want them – a business that has grown into a large manufacturing giant that supplies thousands of Sport Outlets with fairly priced ‘top-line’ sports items of all kinds.
On this particular fishing trip for Tuna, Red Snapper, Grouper, Sea Bass, and other varieties, they will encounter a phenomenal event that will change the course of their business and the very foundations of their lives.
The young businessmen will come to an alarming reality of a world that has come so far in conflicting good and evil belief systems, where ‘secret forces’ are at work to change forever the world as we know it.
Serpent Rock is this author’s first attempt at Science Fiction and believes he has written an unusual and readable novel that will find favor with readers of the genre…just saying…
Here is a sample chapter from the book:
The first fish was caught by Conrad, a big one we saw come out of the water, stretching the line and giving our buddy a fight for his life, a fight he could handle. Like even seasoned fishermen do, we were yelling at Conny to do this and that. He was yelling back, a simple, “Shut up. I’ve got this whale.”
It was then our story really began…
The bow dipped in the cool green water of the sea, and Conrad lost his marlin with a broken line.
“What are you guys doing to the boat?” Conrad saw us in the stern where he was, so why was he asking, looking at us like a madman. We were no-where near the tiller.
I yelled at him as I rushed to the bow: “Nothing, Conny. The bow is dipping. I’m assessing, Man. Keep your shirt on, buddy. Sorry you lost your fish.”
At the bow, another serious dip, and this one took me off the fishing boat and into the water.
“What the hell?” I heard both my buddies yell in sync, as they came hurtling to the bow. Just as they arrived at the boat’s bow, another serious dip took me under momentarily and brought them into the water with me.
The bow line was hanging over into the water, and I grabbed it as the water was doing some amazing sloshing.
“Get back in the boat, guys,” I screamed as the sudden noise from the roiling sea was drowning out our chatter.
Conrad and Monroe made it into the boat, then helped me get aboard. We grabbed hold of the bow tubular bars and held on as best we could.
“What the hell’s going on, guys?” Monroe asked Conny and me. “Look. Eddies are forming all around the boat. Whoa. What’s that coming at us?”
Monroe was looking south. Conny was looking north. Me, I was looking east.
“The eddies are forming over here, too, Conny. What?” Conny and I looked in Monroe’s southern direction at the same time. “Oh, my God, what is that?”
There was a huge madly swirling hole coming at us, weaving this way, that way, seemingly, to build its strength.
“What the hell do we do? Hey, guys,” I’m yelling above the roar, “Let’s work our way back to the stern. The bulkhead back there has a stronger support bar. Let’s all gather there and interweave the stern lines around us for support to secure us to the boat.”
Without words, we hurriedly gathered there in the stern, interwove the stern line between and around us. We tried to yell above the noise of rushing water coming toward us.
Yelling at the top of my voice, “That maelstrom is getting bigger as it comes this way, and there are no conflicting currents that I can see and those are what causes whirlpools, but this is a whole new ballgame. The vortex is getting bigger and bigger, guys, and I’m the first one to say I’m scared as hell. I don’t know if we’re going to make this. Just hold on and pray. That thing is almost here, and it’s way bigger than the boat…I love you guys”
We were all trying to say our emotional and final goodbyes, but words were lost in the maddening noise being made by the huge maelstrom. We were lost, and for sure each of us was praying and saying those things guys don’t want ever to say – you know, endearing things one says on a deathbed.
Suddenly the bow of the boat tipped and went into the vortex of the maelstrom, straight down into a fast free fall, and, in the vacuum created by the vortex, our yells became one huge cacophonous earsplitting tone that would wrack our ear drums with an excruciating pain so unbearable as to render us unconscious in a fall of indeterminable length.
Well, I’m narrating the story so I must have lived through this crazy sequence of events.
[End of sample Chapter]
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