I was peering down at the bubbling slopes of Baby Krakatoa.

Steam was rising from the depths of the ocean and the water was a muddy primordial soup.

It had been growing at ten feet a year for the past twenty years.

It was building up and wanted to let off some steam.

Even I could see that.

'Now that's better,' said Jack, who moved the luxury cruise boat closer towards the shore on the west side.

'Not too fucking close,' I said and threw a cigarette in the water that was instantly sucked under water.

Jack caught on to the danger and quickly reversed the monster cruise boat that was on loan from the CIA.