The ship certainly was getting bigger. Headed right for them. If the flair hadn't worked...
"Oh shut yourself up, will you?" James chided the big beast. "They can't possibly hear you."
Just to be sure James loaded the second flair. There were four all together, and he couldn't afford to waste them. But seeing the likelihood of being run over in the middle of the bleeding ocean with nothing else about for miles... fuck but his luck was shit.
He moved out from under the canopy once more and shot off a second flare. Dopy followed him and jumped up to put his huge legs over James' shoulders, knocking him back under the weight.
"Get off me, YOU at least can doggy paddle. I can only bob like a buoy."