Okay. It was time.
Jack lifted the rock over to the coconut. It wasn't that heavy compared to the weights he was used to lifting, but he found himself struggling and grunting, mostly because he was just plain exhausted. He felt his grumpiness rise to the surface, mostly because he barely had any sleep last night... all because Eliza was frantic enough to insist there was a ghost around. Ugh.
He lifted the rock high above his head and dropped it. The rock landed on the coconut with a soft thud.
A soft thud. That didn't indicate a crack.
He inspected the coconut, and he was right. Nothing.
This was going to be harder than he thought. Letting out an annoyed sigh, Jack bent down to pick up the rock, ready to try again.
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