Holy Mackerel, part 4

There was a huge stack of white smoke, billowing upward, and then out to sea. I didn't see any flames, and I couldn't tell if it was a brush fire, or if some structure was ablaze. Some people on the pier noticed the smoke, and others only did as they saw the others pointing and talking and exclaiming Oh My!. I kinda chuckled at this too, because I was probably one of the first ones to see the smoke, but didn't carry on too much, as I was more interested in the fishermen I had been observing and shooting.

Then, I heard the sirens screaming up the PCH. The firemen were dousing the flames just moments later, as a huge water canon drenched the fire. I suddenly felt very tired and decided it was time to head home.