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“And we spent one night in the raft.”
“No we didn’t,” Sarah snapped. “We went on board the ship.”
“Afterwe spent a night on the raft,” I argued.
“Does it really fucking matter?” Max shouted.
“Yes!” We all turned and said at the same time.
“Day three was the pirate ship and being rescued by Rafe,” IKE said.
“That was day four,” I answered.
“That can’t be right,” Fox said.
“Christ, it’s been six fucking days,” IKE said as he stomped past us. “It’s right fucking there on my watch,” he said, holding his wrist up for all of us to see the date.
“Why didn’t you just fucking say that?” IRIS spat.
“Enough!” Cash said, spinning around to face all of us. “Can we just find a fucking hotel and get some shut-eye?”
Fox raised his hand like a kindergartener.
“I’m not getting you Funyuns.”
Fox lowered his hand as a mournful look crossed his face. “Geez, after my daring rescue, I thought for sure a few Funyuns would be in order.”
Cash turned his phone around for all of us to see. “One mile. That’s all we have to walk to get to the hotel. I’ll call on the way and get rooms. Until then, can everyone just shut the fuck up?”
He turned and stormed away. I heard Fox chuckling beside me and turned to glare at him. “Somebody’s testy,” he said before following.
“Do we really have to walk an entire mile?” Sarah grumbled. “I’m so tired.”
“Climb on my back,” I said, bending over for her to climb on.
“Are you sure?”
“That I don’t want you walking when you’re dead tired? Yes, I’m positive.”
“Fine, but I’m doing this under duress.”
She climbed on and plopped her head down on my shoulder, her arms draped around me, but not really holding on. “Aren’t there any cabs in this town?”
“Sweetheart, what kind of town do you think this is?” Kavanaugh asked as he strolled along beside us.
“One that should definitely have cabs,” she murmured.
“Yeah, you’d think they’d at least have a few cabs by the dock for people coming in,” IRIS muttered.
We all turned and looked back at our dingy that Rafe put us in, sitting alone in the water.
“Must not be very many boaters out tonight,” Red said.
“Still, they could have some fucking cabs,” Kavanaugh griped.
After an excruciatingly long walk, we were finally in front of the hotel, along with a whole fucking line of cabs. Before Kavanaugh could start, I stalked toward the hotel. “Don’t fucking start.”
“Did you hear me open my mouth?” Kavanaugh asked. “There was nary a peep from these lips.”
