Amy had just taken a few bites of the kebab when, with a whoosh, a rock flew toward the kebab in her hand.
Heath reacted just in time. He reached out with his right hand and grabbed the rock.
Amy, who had been slow to react, realized they had been attacked. "Ah!" she exclaimed. She put down the kebab and looked at Heath's palm. "Teacher, are you okay?"
Heath shook his head. "I'm fine."
He looked in the direction of the rock, his eyes filled with doubt.
Three men walked over. They were wearing sleeveless clothes, and their heads were wrapped in turbans. They were holding wine bottles in their hands, looking like drunkards.
Before Heath could say anything, one of the men with brown hair said arrogantly, "Who gave you permission to light a fire here? Don't you know this is the dock?"
"Who are you?" Heath asked, puzzled.
