With the full force of our hose driving straight at the deck, we begin to rein in the fire inch by inch. Only stubborn flames beneath the deck remain. While Greg continues to hammer them through holes in the deck on the port side, I watch the glowing on the starboard side grow. I repeat continuing to pound. In an awesome show of power the dragon roars to life engulfing the boat in a giant fire ball.
Flames wrap around our bodies.
I try leaning away from the flames, but they still reach. Enthralled, I wave my arm in the flames that wrap around it. Suddenly, the dragon disappears below the boat's deck, as Greg sweeps the nozzle in front of us. I am snapped from the trance. Jim again yells back not able to understand me through my air mask.