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chapter vi - torn sails

when you're in need of love they give you care and attention,
friends will be friends
when you're through with life and all hope is lost-
hold out your hand 'cause friends will be friends...
right till the end
- queen, 1986

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"I don't want to ask favours, again..." the man nibbled on his lip, and rubbing his forehead, fiddling with the handle. "...but-"
"Wilbur you know I'm always happy to help. Take this as a weeklyslap upload."
You could almost hear Schlatt grin at the end of the line.
"Do you have any spare beds at yours? I've never been around so I've only ever seen your facecam with Carson,"
There was a slight pause.

"I mean I live in a flat, but I can lay on the floor."

"No! God no, I couldn't just raid your room and take up all the space, sorry but thank you so much."
"Wilbur, I want to, the hotels around here are so crappy. They have Poor People Food too."
"No, Schlatt. Please, don't." he sensed blood trickling down his lip, and quickly wiped it away. He shook with nerves.

"Wilbur I-"
"Schlatt. I have to go. Sorry bud. I'm so sorry."
He hung up.

What an asshole I'm being to my own friend. Checking his wristwatch and grabbing onto his luggage, he shifted his gaze to the billboards.

Attention all passengers of Stansted Airport. Flight A20 departure in 20 minutes. Gates are open.

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[ irl switch ]

The boat shook violently as panic once again arose between the men. It bounced ravidly on the sea, like a rodeo.
"Phil! Do we still have time to turn?" Wilbur cupped his lips as he clamoured, clutching to the side of the right hand side of the boat. The previously waxed wood became rough under his touch, the friction of the water rubbing through.

"Barely! We have to force forwards!" The man grabbed the string holding the sails, pulling forcefully, soon being backed up by Carson and Poke.
"Grab the paddles! It won't help much but if we try hard enough-" Ted wailed out, passing out steel handle wooden sticks with flaps at the end. Schlatt caught one with an 'oof' and already begun working. The others did so as well, one by one all working at the sides, paddling in the singular direction.
"I would say a pun but i'm afraid this isn't the right time-" Charlie mumbled as Travis gave him an awkward look.

Soon enough, Joko's paddle snapped in half as he let out a shriek like a teenage girl. Cowering mildly, he skipped over, balancing carefully, assisting Cooper.

A wave sprung up in the foregrounds, gradually but surely maximizing in size. "Fucking goblin..."

Swiftly, the boat had flipped to the right hand side, but the wave endged closer nevertheless.

"Til death do us part." Was the last phrase heard, coming out of the brown-haired englishman's mouth, as the scene engulfed them.