Jelly

Pitiful Pete was sitting right on the edge of the Jellyfish, facing out towards the far coast, and a few of us had gathered round to watch.
‘What do you think your chances are this time, Pete?’ called James. He bit into a piece of dried fish, ripping off the tail with an expert flick of his wrist. One thing about James is that he does eat disgusting foods in a non-disgusting way.
Pitiful Pete shrugged his shoulders, his eyes focused on the waves. He always takes a while to work himself up to it.
‘Your problem’s been with the tentacles in the past,’ said James helpfully. ‘If you can just get beyond those, you should be fine.’
‘Your problem’s with your face,’ said Lana.