Colt rewrote prologue cause old one made Colt spasm in pain. This one still bites, but at least doesn't cause any protein spills.

Prologue

The foggy haze hung low over the water, the low, turbulant waves making the tiny fishing boat rock. The man leaned heavily against the railing, his nets cast overboard and an almost-full bottle in his hand. His nets were shaking violently, as he leaned over to check what was caught in them.

Bright green eyes stared back up at him through the fog, and for a moment he wondered if the bottle in his hand really was his first one of the early morning.

He dropped the bottle into the water with a splash, as he moved to haul the nets in. When he dumped them on the rocking deck, the young woman caught in them thrashed about trying to escape. Her long, wet hair was entangled as red blood dripped onto the deck. She squirmed as he crouched next to her.

"Well, what's this?" he asked, taking in her nude state with an quick eye-sweep. "What are you doing all the way out here?"

She glared at him with those fierce leaf-colored eyes, and he laughed. She struggled to break free, her legs moving sluggishly. He started to tug the nets off her, smirking to himself. "What's the rush?" He grabbed her wrist, thin and soft to touch. Her futile attempts to yank free became more desperate, as she glanced back at the water. "Hey, land's all the way over there. What's a pretty thing like you doing this far out?" He eyed her again, and she cringed.

She opened her mouth and released a high-pitched scream that reverberated against his skull and gave him a crashing headache. He fell to his knees on the deck, releasing her. She slid across the slick deck towards the low siding, her arm he had grasped bent at a funny angle.

"Hey, get back here!" he shouted, lunging for her. She looked at him with wide, scared green eyes, before pulling her body and almost useless legs onto the railing. He grabbed her foot, as she screeched again as his hand became slick with blood.

Then she slipped from his grasp, and fell to the water below. He stared at her as she tried to swim away one armed. He moved to grab his nets, intending to fling them over her and drag her back on board, but stopped dead in his tracks. His mouth fell open as her legs became a shade of green and melded together. She looked back at him for a second, before plunging under the water.

Shakily, he slumped against the wall and reached for a can tucked in the cooler. By the time he would empty it, she would be a half-forgotten memory, and he would only be left with the cans and the tireless yearning to find her again.