The wind rushes against Dave’s face and hair. The initial sensation of falling has given way to the joy of floating. Sarah has obviously not gotten over this sensation and is clinging onto his hand for dear life. Beneath them the speedboat is beginning to pick up speed as the operator extends the rope.

Ahead, the setting sun glistens against the blue waters. Fishing trawlers dot the horizon in silhouettes large and small. Not a care in the world. Well, there is Sarah who looks as though she might throw up at any moment. But that’s beside the point.

Beep beep!

“For fuck’s sake Dave. What is that thing doing with you!?” Sarah shouts against the wind.

“What? I keep my phone on me wherever I go.” Dave shouts back.

“Hand it over. NOW!”

“Alright, fine!”

Sarah snatches it and hurls it into the water below and starts laughing uncontrollably.

“WHAT!” exclaims Dave. “WHAT THE HELL SARAH?”

He is fuming, but a grin creeps in and soon they’re laughing. The operator on the boat is saying something below, probably wondering if everything’s OK.

The wind rushes against Dave’s face and hair. The pleasure of floating evaporates into a panicked state of falling. Dave is laughing. There it is, the broken Blackberry in a million pieces on the pavement.