The next day dragged like a millennium. Our bait suffered when nothing was caught, but whatever snagged the lines kept getting a free meal. The nets didn't help, because the fish weren't high enough to sweep under. I had the pistol handy, it contained a familiar feel, resting on my person. Ramses monitored the AR-15 like his life depended on it, he even slept with it, still waiting for the stragglers to come around.
Hoover entered the 'unsure' zone, despite his memory coming back, he still seemed shaky mentally. Maybe this is the real him My cynicism grew at a steady rate, returning more and more to the old me. At some point, we all stepped foot into the engine room, which now was housing about a foot of water from the slow leak. Aries took a good hard look at the c***k within the vessel'
