Fred knocked the flint into the steel. Nothing. He tried it again. Still nothing. I looked over the edge. The pirates were closing in. Another twenty seconds and we were toast on a stick.
"Come on, Fred! Stop wasting time!" yelled Sam.
Fred tried one last time, glancing the flint off the steel. A spark flew from the flint, right onto the grenade's fuse. It started to burn down.
I glared at Fred. "What are you waiting for? Throw it!"