From shore it didn’t look quite so violent. Or had he just become a little hardened by the inevitable and seemingly endless prelude to the downturn? He took a few cautious steps backwards, the wet clothes still sticking to his body. An equally soaked rat stepped on to the beach, shook its oleaginous fur, darted past him and cheered in passing: “Race you to it! Those beads sure ain’t gonna string themselves aye?” He turned and looked inland. The jungle looked anything but inviting.