May 2008.
"Well shit." We all look out of the plane.
It's wheels are knee deep in swamp water and the engine is smoking...
"Well shit! That's just fucking great! Just fucking.. fucking! ARGH!" Lee boots the plane.
"Calm down boys.. from the map here I think we're not too far from a town. Just god damn lucky we weren't over the ocean." Harlo assures us.
"Calm down.. tut. I'd rather be in the Bay of Mexico than in alligator country." Lee says.
"Yeah Harlo.. what are we supposed to do here? We cant fix it because we can stand under the plane. And I doubt these towns folk have ever seen a plane like this never mind being able to fix its engine." I tell him.
He step down the steps of the plane and placed a foot out, it sinks deep into the mud. "No Desmond but they can help us move it."
"And what about the cargo of Cocaine, we're hauling?" I ask.
"Fuck it.. throw that shit, snort it. I'll tell them they can't have it is all." He pulls his leg out of the mud.
"We're fucked.." I tell myself.
"You're gonna swim through all of that old man? Jesus Christ. We're doomed."
"I'm with Lee we're fucked.. unless some swamp monster picks us up and throws us back up in the air we're done for."
"Will you two shut it?! I'm trying to think. And i can't think when you're just moaning.." he rubs his eyes.
Stepping back up on the plane he sits down in the cockpit. Night falls as the humid swamp chirps with crickets and splashes.
I smoke a cigarettes laying on the cargo, the bags of cocaine offer a slight bit of comfort as the night becomes chilly.
"You're still awake?" Lee gets up from below the deck with oil all over his face.
He wipes his face.
"Yeah.."I sigh exhaling the fumes.
"Can I have a drag?" He spins around and walks to me and stand above me.
He looks intent as he tenses his jaw. I lay on my back looking at him.
I go to take the cigarette out of my pocket but he takes mine from my mouth, he holds it to his lips and rolls it around on them.
I gulp and sit up.
He sits beside me, close beside me.
Clearing my throat, he blows the smoke out."This is.. fucked." Lee sighs and looks to me.
"We're going to die either by the mosquitoes or swimming into an alligators mouth. I don't know which is worse." I tell him.
"I'd say drowning in that mud out there, I grew up round these parts. Knew a kid who tried to swim across a river the river ended and the mud started, drown in it. Pathetic huh? Death by mud.."
"Poor kid."
"Could say that or an idiot that thought." He flicks the cigarette.
"Death by mud." I chuckle.
"Well if we're gonna die, might aswell have a bit of fun doing it." He cuts up one of the bags of cocaine and picks some up on his finger.
Rubbing it on his gums he chuckles.
"Here have some." He puts his finger to my mouth.
"N-no I'm fine.." he sighs.
"Cmon kid don't be a chicken." He laughs and pushes me down and gets on top of me.
