“I’ll try,” she said softly.
“Try a little harder than that, luv.” He grinned as he climbed down the ladder.
Megan scurried over to the side and aimed the spear gun at the pigs.
Seth rounded the bow of the boat. He called out with a thick accent, “Oy, get away from there, you miserable drongo.”
The boar grunted at him, sounding like “Huh?” The sow snorted, her piglets hiding behind her.
“Well come on, take a gander at the big Aussie.” He spread his arms wide as the boar snuffled, trying to scent him. Seth unwound the cord from the weight, spinning it over his head. The weapon started to hum until it turned into a very odd loud buzzing noise.
Alarmed by the noise, the pigs snorted and squealed.
“What a gas bag you are, you and your dirty grubs.” He moved closer to the hogs.
The female and the babies acted nervous, as if they didn’t want anything to do with that odd whirling noise overhead. With a last loud squeal of dismay, they ran off.
The boar didn’t budge but pawed the ground. “Seth, the boar is going to charge,” Megan warned. She kept a bead on it with the spear-gun.
“Steady now, Megz.” He edged closer to the boar. “Oy, you great big wanker, your missus left and so should you.”
The bore squealed ferociously and charged. Megan screamed. The spear-gun went off.
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