I look over at the two people I'm going to die with and hold up my hand, stopping the conversation, "If you will excuse me for a moment." They give me a strange look as I throw myself to the side of the boat to get rid of the breakfast i had this morning.
As I'm purging a giant wave comes up to wipe the acidic up-comings from my face. I don't know weither to thank the good ole sea for trying to be polite or yell at it saying I'm going to find a way to pump all of it into space. I stand up straight, still struggling to catch my breath and face the two insanely stupid people.
I give them a smile and they cringe at the sight. I walk towards them, straightening my blazer as i do so. A small unhomured laugh leaves my lips, "So, you mean to tell me that Jones called the Chava Cleaver on us and that are ship is heading to its' home this very moment?"
Aristocles Thorbjørn gives me a look as if I have gone mad, "Marta, wot yer say is true, but yer must calm yorself. Jones is a sad, grievin' man. We cannot put the bleedin' blame on 'is shoulders. He believed we 'ave wronged 'im and 'is family. In 'is mince pies, by doin' this, right, he is copping revenge and peace."
"We ran over his dog, Art," i reply with clenched teeth, "He didn't have to curse us to eternal pain and suffering."
Valentina puts up her hands in defense, "Oh mah God, It was an accident! Fry mah hide! Eff'n Jones loved th' dang thin' so much he sh'd haf been watchin' it instead of lettin' it roam all on over th' roads! Literally, th' thin' hated Jones so much it scooted right in front of our car like it wanted t'die."
Aristocles pinches the bridge of his nose, "Why do i seek the company of you two? All you bring is spit and blood."
"Why are you even friends with Jones? He overreacts to the extreme. Example number one: this whole situation," I kick the pieces of exploded cell phone across the deck, "He sends us out on a boat. He calls us telling us we're going to die by the hands of Chava Cleaver and then he explodes all of our radios and communication. He brings a giant storm down on our heads and then sets our boat onto a course which we can't change, sending us to the giant pit. What kind of friend is he if he is just going to sacrifice you and your best friends?"
The Japanese man screams out, "Ching chong ching ching!!"
"I don't understand your language!! I don't know what you're saying!" I stomp my feet on the ground like a child, "Who even are you?!"
Art cringes, "Maybe I should 'ave chosen me mates more wisely..."
I sink down into my chair. There's no point. I'm soaked. I'm going to die beside my redneck friend, my British one, and by a random Jap, by the hands of a giant robot. It all sounds like a poor joke.
"So, whut is we a-gonna does now? Jest set har an' wait t'die?" Val raises her voice, "ah's only seventeen! ah cain't die jest on account o' i hit a stoopid houn'dog!"
"There's one fin' we may right well do. We will fight. We must be strong until deaff knocks on us door. We must stand up against the evils of this world and show no fear, even if we 'ave no chance against it. Prepare for battle! Struth!"
"Yeah, no, calm down, Art. This isn't war," I begin to pace, "We aren't going to die. We just have to figure out a way t-"
And that's when it begins to rise out of the depths of the sea. It's glowing blue light lights up all the water around us. A large robotic hand scoops us from the water.
The Jaeger looks down at us. Is the the Chava Cleaver? The Jaeger gone rouge? I squint up at it, trying to see past the blinding light. No.
"It's !"
"Gipsy Danger!"
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