Part Two of Short Story One

"Okay, hang on... we can't have gotten that far on a fourth of a tank." "Well, then why the fuck can't we see land?" "Is it necessary that you have to insert the word fuck at least once every sentence?" "Fuck you, pierce!" "Exactly." "I wasn't the fucking one who came up with this fucking dumbass plan in the first fucking place." "Christ. You kiss your mother with that mouth?" "FU-" "And If I recall corectly, you were the dumbass who came up with the idea of snagging a boat from the marina. Admittedly, I could have done a better job trying to stop you, but-" "I DON'T GIVE A RATS FUCK!" "'A rats fuck'!? What the hell is 'A rats fuck'!?" I sighed heavily and clambered up onto the deck. I couldn't stand Jerry and Pierces constant bickering. They were not quite an old married couple, an old married couple probably didn't start attacking people and biting at arteries when they argued. I plopped down on one of the many cushy chairs the owners had installed. Before I crashed, I looked around, for any sign of land. Nothing. Admittedly, it was August, and quite hazy, it was a vain hope at best. "Damn..." I whispered as I fell into the veil of sleep. "Damn..."

"Wake up. Chow time." I groaned, and got up. there was a table situated in the middle of the deck, bolted down. We all sat down, and poured out more from our food bag. I grabbed some smarties, chips and a can of pepsi. "Not hungry, are we?" Pierce said through a mouthful of ruffles. "No." I said, surly. We ate in silence the whole time, Jerry and I glaring at whatever and whoever happened to pass our gaze. Which was water, mostly. Pierce had a smile on his face. Which pissed Jerry the fuck off. "Stop. Fucking. Smiling." Jerry said through gritted teeth. Pierces disconcerting smile widened, as he started to chuckle. "Why shouldn't I? I'm on a big fucking boat, with my best friends in all the world, which, while it doesn't speak much for my choice in friends-" I punched him in the shoulder. Hard. "-okay, ow. It is pretty cool." "Cool." Jerry said. "Cool. That we're in the middle of fuckin' nowhere- "Can't be that far from land." "- on a fucking stolen boat-" "Not MY idea." "-with no gas-" "Saving the environment." "-and running out of food!" "Eh, if we die, we'll die thin." Jerry stared at Pierce, mumbled something and went below deck.

"Why do I fucking CURSE SO MUCH!?" "Um... excuse me?" "YOU FUCKING HEARD ME!"
"...Kay." We were all lying about on deck. A good three fourths of the food had been consumed, and all that remained would probably last us til tommorow at best. That out burst a couple of scentences up? Jerry's. Pierce and I sat dumbfounded at his revelation. "I mean, I was always brought up to be a good fucking christian you know? I still am, I go to church on Sunday, I fucking sing in choir for chrissakes!" "And you are also currently high on a massive dose of tweek..." Jerry either didn't hear Pierces comment or ignored it. "I mean, maybe it's just my own subconsious rebelling against my closeted, bigoted childhood! I never used to do this, until I caught my mom blowing the preacher in the front pew!" "...I'm sorry..." I said, although it was phrased more as a WTF question, rather than an actual "Sorry". "But from that day on it was like BOOM! 'Shit piss fuck cunt cocksucker motherfucker and tits!' I JUST COULDN'T STOP! And from that day on, I just kept on truckin'! Yes siree! Multiple body piercings, tattoos, loose women-" "Loose women!?" Pierce said, half laughing, half concerned for Jerry's mental health. "You had sex one time with one person in high school, and the only reason that you got that lucky was because it was a dark room, it was my girlfriend, she thought you were me!!!" "Ah yes, I remember that." I said mock-fondly. "The ugly 'Jamie incedent'. I was suprised you handled that as well as you did, Pierce. "Nah. I was gonna break up with her anyway, and Jerry gave me the perfect excuse! I should be thanking him..." Jerry, despite our conversation, had gone on with his rant. "But, I mean, it's not like a fuckin' sin, is it? It's not like in the goddamn bible-" "How does that statement work, exactly?" Glare from Jerry. "It's not like in the goddamn bible, they say fuckin' "Thou shalt not curse, for it do piss me off!" or some crap like that!" Pierce and I had stopped talking. Jerry had reached an inane furor, and was striding around the boat making wild hand gestures and jumping up and down as he was walking. "What the hell do I know! Maybe fuckin' God drops the f-bomb at dinner every night-" "Jerry..." "'-Mmm! This is great fuckin' steak, honey! So, Jesus, how was school? 'Not so good dad. I got in a fight with Billy. 'That little fucker!? Tell me you won!?'" "Jerry..." "' You serious!? Some punk ass fat kid beat the holy shit out of you!? No savior of MINE would lose a fuckin' fight!'" "JERRY..." "' I don't care if you don't wan to, goddamnit, but a mans gotta stick up for himself for fucks sake! Especially the savior of-'" "JEEEEERRRRRY! FOR CHRISTS SAKE ! SHUT THE FUCK UP!" It wasn't Pierce who said that. It was me. I had gotten up, grabbed him by the collar, and thrown him to the deck. I was still standing over him. We all three stood perfectly still for what seemed like ten minutes. Hell, maybe it was. I don't know. Jerry got up, slowly, and looking at me the entire time. He looked me in the eye for a few seconds. He looked like he was about to say something, stopped, turned, and went below decks. I sat back down. "Christ." Pierce said. "Crazy much?" "I know, christ, he was-" "I wasn't talking about him." "Me?" "Yes you, dumbass!" "We've been stuck on a boat for three fuckin' days! Let him vent! Don't scream and beat the shit out of him! God..." He got up, and went below decks. Lacking anything else to do, I go back to sleep.

NOW.

I hear a splash.

I hear screams.

I hear thunder.

I hear Pierce.

"WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE THE FUCK UP NOOOOW!" "What, what, what?" "Where's Jerry?" Hang on, what? "The hell are you talking abou he's right-" I look and see a broken oar. It's sliding around the rain soaked deck. Oh god. "JERRY!" I'm yelling, looking frantically around the deck. "JERRRY!" I go below. Nothing. A couple of burnt up joints. Oh god. This can't fucking be. This cannot be fucking happening. I run above deck. I slip. I fall on my face. Hard. I can taste blood. I look up. Pierce is crying. I'm Crying. I pass out.

End of Part two.