“Nah, giants don’t exist.”
Bash shakes his head. “You’re just like all the other people so enough talking, I will show you. Come with me.”
The brothers walk along the shore, now and then trudging through knee-height water. Soon, they arrive at the most remote part of the island. “See that, that’s your evidence.” Bash points to the giant chain.
Abe shakes his head. “That’s not for giants, dumb-ass. This is an art-piece to commemorate the discovery of the island. The ship almost crashed because the captain threw the anchor too far and broke the anchor.”
“Oh,” Bash replies disappointingly, “Oh,” he repeats with realization.