• Fisherman Soup

Kayla continued relentlessly giving him CPR until his body finally jerked. Water jetted out of his nostrils and mouth and his eyes shot open.

His eyes fluttered for a little while, trying to adjust to the environment before he finally sat upright. His head was still banging and he would still feel pain all over his body.

He swept his gaze around the three people hovering around him. “Where am I?” Those were the first words to come out of his mouth.

“Joanna village, it's a seaside village,” Kayla explained, relieved that he was still alive. “Thank God my father found you one time, 1 minute later and you might have not made it.”

His mind was still juggling with confusion. “What?... What are you talking about?” He got on his feet despite their efforts to keep him on the bench. “What am I doing here? How did I get here?” He questioned.

Marcus shared a look with his daughter and wife. “I don't know, I found you washed up by the shoreline, unconscious.”

Ethan frowned as a splitting hea