Jerry was a DJ and foot soldier in the Army of Poseidon. Mostly dock work far from the danger sub and the infra-sound that turned perch into ravenous man-eaters.
Until the SEAL unit broke into our processing plant, dragging the stolen piranha ray.
We retreated trailing fish guts, aware of the dangerous hum filling the room.
Except Jerry, spinning and elbow-deep in a very much alive fish, who saw his chance to start a dance party.
“Jerry!” SEALS and Poseidons shouted in alarm as Jerry grinned maniacally.
“Drop the bass!”
And he did.