orangetoughguy | log post II

Don't ask me I ain't a shark expert.

[Another shrug. Hah tit for tat there. Freddy gives Larry a sharp sly grin.]

What? Didn't catch all of the programming for that show?

[Jerk. Rowing this boat and maneuvering as they near the signal.]

You're makin' it up. [He hopes.]

[Hey Freddy's as good at this game as you are, Lawrence Dimick. Rowing on down the water lane green eyes just look up as innocently and kiddish as he can be.]

What if I'm not?

Well.

[Larry licks his lips and then stops to gauge their movement, how fast the boat is going and not stalling.]

You'd be trying harder to convince me. Or I could say I'd throw you in the water and if you flipped the fuck out, then I'd know you were telling the truth.

[That catches him off guard enough to nearly drop his cigarette.]

You don't gotta do that.

[Not because he's afraid of the sharks but because of the gators. Go figure.]

[There we go then. Larry beams, feeling like he got some kind of an answer out of it. So there's something in the water. Maybe.]

Easy, cowboy.

[He puts down is oar and rubs the back of his neck.]

We got oars and guns.

[Heaven help the critter that'd try to take a bite out of Freddy.]

I don't wanna have to shoot anything.

[Freddy shakes his head--bump. The boat gently rocks to the left, only once. Right away he stares at Larry.]

Real funny.

I didn't do that.

[Though he is more than willing to point the finger in Freddy's direction. What the fuck.]

[Ooookay. He's still staring at Larry but with more concern than accusation.]

Well I didn't fuckin' do it--

[BUMP. The kid's cigarette falls into the water as he pulls the oar out, ready to use it as a weapon.]

What the hell!

Sit still.

[Gun drawn, the old man will lean a bit to investigate. Not enough to tip the boat one way or the other.]

Don't see anything. So it can't be big. [Optimism talk, he'll do more of that, yes indeed. That is until another bump.]

But the oar in the water, we'll row away.

[Which shouldn't be a problem....hopefully.]

Keep calm.

[When Larry leans over the water stays perfectly placid. Misleading. Freddy does the same on his side but not a single ripple stirs...which only raises his own suspicion.]

Okay.

[He listens as Mr. Orange does to Mr. White, oar going back in slowly, carefully. Freddy gives the thing a solid but even paced row--SNAP. The kid almost loses his grip on the thing.]

Fuck! It's got the oar!

[SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP.]

[The safety is off, Larry stands as steadily as he can and opens fire. Steady aim to prevent any holes in the boat. Fuck wouldn't that be a nightmare.]

Let it go!

[To Freddy and their aquatic fiend, whoever is gonna listen first.]

[Freddy here thinks he's yelling at the fiend so he keeps his hand on the oar but whoever the fiend is--aside from being shot at--it's also a strong contender. Fortunately it also has a sense of self-preservation so without a second to lose suddenly it lets go of the oar, sending one kid toppling into an old man. In the boat. Not overboard please. Freddy's a pile of...something and an oar between Larry's legs where he's perfectly comfortable hiding--er, defending him.]

..........

[SNAP SNAP SNAP. The large turtle yawns at the pair, discouraged but not about to leave without giving some kind of turtle claw for the bird.]

[This is what you get for not being specific. When the kid flings back, he has to cease fire for fear of shooting someone else as well as the boat. Speaking of the boat it's tilting dramatically far back and then forward. All that surprising ability to be light on his feet make Dimick make the most of his arms above and fight for balance as it tips so that they can see the fiend.

Holy shit.

[All that for a fucking turtle.]

That's it?

Holy shit.

[Is there an echo echo echo? Note though the oar has remained in the boat, the paddle end has some obvious bitemarks. Note Freddy's arms are still wrapped around Larry's legs one way or another.]

That's a big fuckin' turtle.

[Please go away now, turtle. The craggy shell appears to be drifting along, away from the pair.]

[Echo or not the proof is in the water. Steady breathing, steady the fucking boat. His brow furrows as he keeps scanning the water to see if that fucking thing is going o head back.

Any takers? Any?

Uh huh.]

Goddamn.

[Slowly, in case the tilting isn't done with, he wipes his brow.]

It's leaving.

[And you should know that only because he's holding onto Larry's- leg. That is if he wants to let go now too, no yelling needed.]

[Just give the kid a moment to process the entire reality of what just happened here. He's processing, he's processing, he's...slapping his palm on Larry's knee.]

Did you see the size of that motherfucker? How come we can't catch somethin' like that.

[I dunno, Freddy, maybe cause that motherfucker would snap your line in addition to snapping off your fingers? Well at least it missed getting shot, otherwise the kid would feel bad for it. Who knows though, it probably has shrapnel in its hardened tank for a shell.]

[Woah, woah, hey. Larry grips Freddy's shoulder for balance if he's gonna go slapping his knee. It wasn't expected. Though the contact, not going to fib here, he likes.]

We'd need something to catch it with for one. And for two, something to put it in and three what the fuck do we do with it when it's caught.

[You know, practicality? Details like that need to be considered ahead of time though Larry didn't think at all about a threat in the water. Back home there weren't things like that to put a damper on the trip.

Now he's really looking over the water from where he stands.]

I dunno.

[Great answer, Newendyke. Oh yeah, he knocks on Larry's leg again.]

Sit down before you fall out.

Hey, would you quit it or I will.

[Sitting means you gotta let go, kid. Besides, he's still gripping on Freddy's shoulder pretty tightly.]

[Oh. Right. Freddy dusts that pants leg knee off a bit before letting go so Larry can sit.]

At least the oar survived.

[A pat to the head of that solid anchor, then he sits.]

Good to know. Let's get the fuck out of here.

[Onward to somewhere else.]

Where to?

[He's asking because, well, isn't it obvious Larry's the Captain of this ship? And it's too hard to keep in, the kid looks amused. He's trying not to laugh at it all.]

A little more civilization. Animals keep away from that.

[Except for Jaws. Something. Fuck, man. Larry is getting out a cigarette before taking up the other oar.

Of course, moving the oar around and standing in the fucking boat has the old man's shirt a little wet.]

Okay. Let's find one of those buildings.

[The ones that look like even after the curse that's exactly how they're supposed to be. Venetian. Wouldn't that make a great Vegas casino? Freddy should market his ideas. He starts rowing.]

When I was workin' patrol we got this call out to Sun Valley, to a trailer park. We didn't have much to go on except the guy livin' there wasn't answering the door or the landlady's calls. She went to check it out but stopped dead in her tracks when she caught the smell.

[Yeah Freddy because a story like that after Jaws and a snapping turtle is so comforting.]

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