After we had been stranded on the sandbar for seventeen hours Clement looked up at the night sky and unleashed these red energy beams.
They cut through the blackness, ruthless as a divorce, lasting for twelve seconds. After this Clement fell to his knees and rubbed his eyes.
I approached him from behind, eased him to the ground so he could rest.
‘Let’s hope,’ he said, ‘that someone saw that. I have nothing left.’
His breathing changed, became regular, and he snored gently.