The Creeker (part two)

The creeker's kayak went in full bore, and the crowd gasped as one of the rocks crumbled as the little boat smashed into it.It was the rock that Abe's friend's brother had lost his fight with six months back. The kayak didn't stop with one, but zinged from stone to stone, dislodging them with its hull that should have been splintered with the force of the collisions. Abe could see, by his unusually slow movements, that the creeker was growing tired. But, he continued his relentless assault on the menacing obstacle. No other paddler could've managed this, Abe thought, and at the same time felt that this was senseless, one of the biggest wastes of talent he had seen. He was engrossed and appalled at the same time. Why wasn't he using his considerable talent to maneuver around the rocks, not smash through them? What was the creeker trying to prove?

The largest rock in the formation received the creeker's next blow, and then the crowd collectively gasped as his body was thrown against that boulder. They could see the blood as it splattered over the rock, remained momentarily, and was rinsed away by the swirling whitewater. The warrior backed of, obviously dazed, and charged again, receiving yet another vicious blow. This continued for several minutes as some onlookers screamed, some cried and others stared motionless. Abe began to feel nauseous. Then, they all watched as the creeker slumped and his boat gave up as well. The lifeless pair sank out of sight.

For a moment, there was complete silence. A thunderclap broke the stillness, and then the rain, which had been threatening to obscure the creeker's attempt since early afternoon, began to fall. Most left for shelter, while a few stayed and stared at the jaws. Abe was one of the latter.

Abe woke up in his bed the next morning, not remembering how he had gotten home the night before. He soon remembered that the creeker was dead, and despondency set in. A rush of confusing and contrary emotions hit him hard, and he rolled over and wished he was tired enough to resume unconsciousness. For lack of a better idea, he slithered out of bed and dressed for the day. He then, ponderously, walked to the bank which overlooked the jaws.

There were several there ahead of him, and he could hear a buzzing of conversation.

"Just look at that," he heard someone say.

"I can't believe it," another voice announced.

He caught scraps of dialogue here and there, mostly the exclamations of incredulous onlookers. He hurried to where he could see what they were referring to.

At first, Abe saw nothing peculiar about the rapids. The whitewater was still swirling. The foam was still churning. Then, almost by accident, his eyes caught it. Through the midst of the deadly circle, a passageway was visible. It was decidedly narrow, but it was unmistakably there. A kayak could make it through the gap.

"The jaws" had been snapped.

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