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boy that was too intent on me, and a doctor who would rather be anywhere else but where he was.
“There’s the pier.” He pointed.
“Yo, kid.”
I turned to find the captain from yesterday spraying down his boat.
I’d liked him. He’d made the trip a lot of fun, not to mention he was scarred like Luca, claiming a piece of my heart just by existing.
“Captain Mike.” Luca let go of my hand and offered it to Mike.
Mike took it, shook it, then dropped it before turning to the two men behind me.
Brent was busy eating his way through a bag of cotton candy he’d bought from a stall somewhere
behind us. We’d all heard him stop, and though Cromwell had stopped, too, neither of us had.
I was honestly kind of sad that they’d caught back up.
When neither Luca nor I introduced the two men behind us to the captain, the captain ignored them
despite giving them each an off-handed glance.
“Coming for another ride before you…” He trailed off as Brent, when done with his food,
decided to toss his plastic bag into the water instead of into the trash can that was fifty feet away. “Go pick that up,” Captain Mike ordered.
Brent snorted and started to walk away, but quick as lightning, he had Brent by the collar and was
practically throwing him into the water between his boat and one much bigger than it.
All the locals watched on with a bemused expression.
As did Luca and I.
Dr. Cromwell didn’t have a chance to even react before his brother was swimming with the fish.
“Pick it up,” Captain Mike ordered. “Do you have any fucking idea how many sea animals die on
that shit? Way too fucking many, that’s for sure. Get it.”
I just sat there gaping while Brent tread water.
It was more than obvious that Captain Mike was very passionate about his gulf. We’d listened to
him talk about sea life during our trip and had even witnessed him personally stop the boat and pull out three pieces of large plastic during our trip the other night.
Not that Brent had known that or anything.
But still.
I had a feeling the kid would tread water forever if he didn’t get the trash.
Which he did… eventually.
All the while, Dr. Cromwell glared daggers at Captain Mike.
“Just fucking get the trash, Brent,” Dr. Cromwell hissed.
