Fishing

From ten feet above the water, Rock could see it was filled with old, jagged iron machinery and boat parts. He sat on a pier, fishing with a friend, and shifted in an attempt to get more comfortable, but all he managed to do was lose his grip on the concrete poles that he had pressed his feet against.

Rock struggled to regain his hold, but it seemed unlikely he would. He wasn't sure he would survive a fall into the debris below.