"From what my dad told me a thousand times, the fire department showed up expecting an ordinary house fire, but instead found the fucking bridge was on fire, so they had to call in one of those boats with the bad-ass water cannons." I paused. "Come to think of it, I would love to have one of those cannons to wipe up these pricks." They still snarled and reached for us, following us as we moved. "Anyway, it was the center pier that had caught fire, apparently they used flammable paint on the wood." He looked at me, confused. "Center pier?" "If you weren't too scared to look down, you would see the giant platform underneath us." I pointed down to the walkway, and under that the huge pier, complete with outside railing. "This is a swing bridge. The whole thing pivots from the middle to let boats through." Nkosi looked down at the pier, feeling pretty stupid. "I am new to town," he said. "Yeah, it shows. C'mon." I nervously kneeled down on the thin, steel beam and lowered myself over the edge into a fireman's fall, hanging until the fall to the walkway was only a few feet.
