By Blue Day

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 CAPTAINS LOG - DAY ONE:

My name is Captain Emilia Fransisco of the luxury cruise liner 'The Drum beat'. Our ship is sunk. It is impossible at this time to understand exactly how many lives have been lost, there were life boats to accomidate all of them but in the rough storm that had surrounded us I saw many people washed from vessels and carried out far into the ocean, including several members of the lifeboat I occupied. My own particular life boat was uncontrolably drifted away from the others. We are now lost and alone in the seas. We have on board plentiful supplys of water and cooking equipment should we need to catch fish. There are only two other surviving crew members in my raft, Jane Sturton, one of our best chefs and Lucinda Fellows, the entertainment officer who's cheerful disposition will rouse our spirits. I am confident we will not be at sea for long.

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God, could you believe that storm?

I KNOW, IT SEEMS A MILLION MILES AWAY FROM HOW IT IS THIS MORNING, COULD THE SKIES BE ANY CLEARER?

# What do you think happened to the others? #

HONESTLY JANE?

# Yes captain. #

I THINK SOME OF THEM MADE IT AND SOME OF THEM DIDN'T, I CAN SPECULATE NO FURTHER THAN THAT. AND I REALLY THINK THAT GIVEN THESE CIRCUMSTANCES WE CAN DROP THE WHOLE 'CAPTAIN' THING, ITS EMILY NOW, JUST EMILY.

Emily it is - and you can both call me Fizz

# But your name's Lucinda. #

I always hated it and if I'm going to be lost at sea I want to be called Fizz.

NO PROBLEM FIZZ.

{laughter}

JANE? DID ALL THE COOKING EQUIPMENT SURVIVE?

# Yes capt - er - Emily, we have a small stove some knives a saucepan and a frying pan, provided we can catch some fish I'm sure we'll be okay. #

I've never been a fish person.

# Nows a good time to start. #

I DON'T THINK WE NEED WORRY, THE PORT WILL HAVE HEARD OUR SOS BY NOW AND I WOULDN'T BE SURPRISED IF SOME OF THE OTHER LIFEBOATS HAVENT ALREADY BEEN RECOVERED. WE'LL BE RESCUED BEFORE YOU KNOW IT.

# I wish I had your confidence. #

Lighten up Jane, think how good this fresh sea air will be for your complexion.

# That doesn't help Fizz. #

Well I don't know about you two but whilst I'm out here I'm going to take advantage of the weather and do a bit of work on my tan.

# Shouldn't we think about catching some fish, we'll need to eat soon. #

PLENTY OF TIME FOR THAT SOON JANE, I EXPECT WE'LL BE RECOVERED BEFORE WE NEED TO RESORT TO FISHING, I AGREE WITH FIZZ, LETS JUST RELAX AND MAKE THE BEST OF A BAD SITUATION.

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CAPTAINS LOG - DAY THREE:

The weather has continued to be on our side but fate it seems has not, we have been at sea for three days now and as of yet there has been no sign of rescue. The only positive thing I have to say is that we are all a lot browner! The water supply is still plentiful but the hunger is getting to us now, it is agreed that today we try to catch us some dinner.

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# I hate to be a damp squib but we don't actually have any fishing equipment. #

Any volouteers to dive into the water with a knife between your teeth and wrestle a shark?

FUNNY FIZZ. LUCKILY SURVIVAL TECHNIQUES ARE AN IMPORTANT PART OF CAPTAIN TRAINING, WHAT WE NEED TO DO IS IMPROVISE.

# How do we do that exactly? #

WELL WE HAVE A BUCKET.

I don't fancy eating a bucket.

WE AREN'T GOING TO EAT IT WE'RE GOING TO CATCH A FISH IN IT.

# How exactly? #

STRIP.

Excuse me?

REMOVE YOUR CLOTHES, ALL OF THEM.

Jesus, three days at sea without a man and she's turned into a raving sex maniac!

THE FISH WE WANT WILL BE DEEP DOWN, IF WE FASTEN ALL OF OUR CLOTHES TOGETHER AND ATTATCH THEM TO THE BUCKET WE CAN DRAG IT ALONG THE SIDE OF THE BOAT.

# That could work. #

IT WILL WORK. SO STRIP.

{Stripping}

Can I at least leave my underwear on?

YES, WE'LL KEEP OUT BRA'S AND PANTIES ON BUT THE REST CAN GO TO MAKING UP THE LINE.

# Won't we be a bit uncomfortable when we've caught the fish and we're sat around in soaking wet clothes? #

THEY'LL DRY OUT SOON ENOUGH IN THIS WEATHER.

Here you go then.

# And here. #

Nice tits Jane! Are you feeling the cold or just pleased to see me.

# Shut up fizz. #

THERE NOW WE ATTATCH THEM TO THE BUCKET AND...

{Splash}

This is a daft idea.

TRUST ME IT'LL WORK, THE BOAT WILL DRAG THE BUCKET ALONG AND WHEN FEEL SOMETHING PULL AGAINST IT I'LL - THERE! GOT ONE! I CAN FEEL IT.

# Well pull it up! #

{grunt!} I'M TRYING, IT'S BIG WHATEVER IT IS.

# Pull it Emily. #

The clothes are slipping down your hands!!!

HELP ME, PULL WITH ME.

# It's too strong. #

Come on pull! If we lose that bucket we won't have a pot to piss in... Literally.

NOOOOOOO!

{Splosh}

It's gone.

# I don't believe it! #

THE DAMN THING JUST PULLED IT OFF ME.

# Our clothes, our bucket. #

Our hope of dinner!

# We have all these cooking utensils and nothing to cook in them. #

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CAPTAINS LOG - DAY SEVEN:

Moral is low, we are very cold, the warm weather did not hold out for long, last night saw a tremendous storm. Clad only in our undergarments we were soaked to the skin, our bras and panties sticking transparently to our bodies. We are weak with hunger and as we huddled together to keep warm I could help nut notice we were all doing a lot of staring at each others shivering naked bodies, our eyes hungry. It's only a matter of time until one of us makes the grim suggestion...

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# We have to eat. #

No shit.

I AM STILL CONFIDENT THAT WE WILL BE...

# Fuck that! We might be here weeks, we'll be dead by the time they find us. #

WELL WHAT D0 Y0U SUGGEST?

# We have the cooking capabilities - we just need the meat #

{a silence}

We draw straws then. It's the only fair way.

WH0A! ARE Y0U SUGGESTING WHAT I THINK Y0U ARE SUGGESTING?

# It needn't be the entire thing, just an arm perhaps. #

BUT IT'S N0T RIGHT!

Emily... We could die out here.

....STRAWS IT IS, I'LL TAKE THESE THREE MATCHES AND SNAP 0NE 0F THEM, WH0EVER DRAWS THE SH0RTEST...

# I can't pick first. #

THEN I WILL.... IT'S L0NG.

Shall I be next?

# Please. #

0kay, {gulp} here.... 0H G0D!

# Short! #

FIZZ... IT'S YOU!

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CAPTAINS LOG - DAY 8:

Fizz has excepted her fate, what other choice does she have? Her only request was that she be given a night to mentaly prepare herself for it. We agreed but speaking for myself it was a reluctant agreement and I know Jane must feel the same, we're so hungry. Even so last night was the best nights sleep I have had in days, even Fizzs' silent sobbing failed to disturb my dreams.

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IT'S TIME.

Couldn't we just wait another hour? The sea is so still, the air so clear, I'm sure we may sight land at any moment.

# We've waited long enough. #

WE ALL AGREED TO THIS FIZZ, YOU NEED TO BE BRAVE.

I Know... I know...

# So which part of you is it going to be? #

You can't pick that knife up fast enough can you?

# And if it was the other way around? #

WE'RE ALL HUNGRY FIZZ, I WISH THERE WERE ANOTHER WAY.

Okay, okay... Give me a moment will you? This isn't like picking a pair of shoes... I guess...I guess my arm, the left one.

# What about your leg? That upper calf would give us... #

Get off!

LEAVE HER JANE, THE ARM WOULD BE FINE.

# Okay, give it here. #

Wait! Can't I have some sort of anisthetic?

WHAT'S IN THE FIRST AID BOX?

# Let's see... Jesus! Just a bottle of whiskey. #

DAMN IT! IT'S THAT GOD DAMN KENNY, HE USED TO HIDE THAT SHIT EVERYWHERE.

That'll do nicely, give it here. {SWIG!} Aaaah! Okay do it and make it quick.

# You can count on it Fizz, and thank you. #

REST YOUR ARM ON THE SEAT... OKAY JANE, DO IT.

{CUT!} {SAW!} {SLICE!}

Urrrrgghhh!

# There, nice and clean. #

Oh god! My arm! Give me more of that whiskey! {SWIG!}

CAN'T WE STOP THE BLOOD? IT'S GOING ALL OVER.

Oh well excuse me.

# Here splash some sea water on the stump, the salt will help. #

{SPLOSH!}

Oooooh! That stings.

YOU JUST HAD YOUR ARM CUT OFF, I'M SURE YOU CAN HANDLE THIS.

# And this. #

{WHOOOF!}

Aarrgh! What are you doing with that fucking stove?

# Burning the wound, it'll heal it over and stop the infection. #

I HATE TO BUTT IN BUT COULD WE GET TO THE COOKING? I'M FAMISHED!

# If I stick these forks in either end of the arm and rest it over the stove... Voila! A spit. #

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{CHOMP!} {CHEW!}

# I feel better already. #

DON'T YOU WANT SOME FIZZ?

I'll pass thanks.

THEN YOU'LL GET WEAK, AND DIE.

I don't want to die.

# And we certainly don't want you dying skinny. #

What do you mean by that?

# Nothing, just teasing, come on, try some, you're delicious, you taste like chicken. #

Okay... I'll try it.

{CHOMP!}

YOU TASTE GOOD HUH?

Jesus! I'm sat in my underwear eating myself, what would Freud make of that?

 

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CAPTAINS LOG - DAY 9

A shark has been following the boat, attracted I assume by the smell of fresh blood. It's small, not big enough to sink us but it occasionaly rams it's head up against our side. None of us are strong enough to try and stab it, instead we let it swim with us, like a faithful dog. Jane has even named it 'Hank' after her ex-husband.

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CAPTAINS LOG - DAY 13:

Fizzs' offering gave us more time, but how much? With the passing days we have grown weaker again and now that we have crossed the line of taboo I don't think any of us feel the same. Last night I cuddled up to Fizz for warmth, my face resting on her chest. As she slept I allowed my lips to open and close, brushing over the head of her busom, tasting the top texture of her skin.
At the other end of the boat Jane saw what I was doing but said nothing, what could she say? I have seen her look at me the same way that I look at her, hungrily, my sight constantly drawn to her tight stomache, the weight loss has made her belly scrawny but the suns reflection from the water has made it so brown it already seems half cooked. I can feel my perception altered, were her under garments always so small? Has the rain shrunk them or am I seeing them now through new cannibal eyes? Her panties seem almost visciously tiny, cutting into her like cheese wire. See? Even my analogys have become food related.
What frightens me is I know the others are feeling the same way and soon it will be time to draw straws a second time...

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# We're going to die aren't we? #

I BELIEVE WE'RE GOING TO LIVE.

# Emily I can barely stand, look at Fizz, she can hardly even stay awake. #

So... Weak...

WELL JANE DO YOU THINK YOU CAN MUSTER ENOUGH ENERGY TO LIGHT THE STOVE?

# Why? #

IT'S TIME AGAIN.

# Oh Christ. #

Hey... What's with... The three matches?

# We're drawing straws again Fizz. #

B-but surely you aren't including me in this one?

THAT'S WOKEN HER UP!

# Why would we not include you? #

B-because you've already eaten my left arm.

THEN STATISTICALY SPEAKING IT ISNT LIKELY TO BE YOU AGAIN. NOW THIS TIME WE WILL ALL TAKE A MATCH AND CLOSE IT IN OUR PALMS THEN ALL OPEN OUR HANDS AT THE SAME TIME.

# Okay Emily, count us down. #

THREE - TWO - ONE- GO!...WOW! WHAT ARE THE ODDS?

Nooooo!

# Fizz again! A second helping! #

{LAUGHTER}

J-just listen to yourselves, y-you find this funny? Can't you see what's happening to us? Jane! Get off my leg.

# Come on! We can have the leg this time can't we? #

No you can't - Christ almighty - You can't have any of me.

NOW NOW FIZZ, WE ALL AGREED.

I didn't agree to be the only one on the fucking menu!

{THUD!} {SPLOSH!}

SHIT! THE MATCHES!

# Hank! Bad fish. #

BAD FISH? IT'S A SHARK JANE AND THE DAMN THING KEEPS RAMMING US.

# Leave him alone he's lovely. #

HE IS NOT AND BECAUSE OF HIM WE HAVE NO MATCHES.

# So? The stove is self lighting. #

I MEAN TO DRAW STRAWS WITH.

Oh thank god!

# No you don't Fizz, you're already chosen! #

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{CHOMP!} {CHEW!}

# I can't believe you made us take your other arm when your leg would have provided so much more. #

Oh I'm so sorry.

YOU WANT SOME FIZZ? I COULD FEED YOU?

I've lost my appetite.

# All the more for us! #

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CAPTAINS LOG - DAY 16:

I have abandoned all hope, we've been lost at sea now for over two weeks and I no longer believe we will be rescued. All I care about now is staying alive as long as I can... And more... I know now that I have been incurably altered by this experience. The other day as I watched Jane slicing off Fizzs' other arm I heard my stomache rumble and I felt myself start to go moist, before I knew it my fingers were down my panties, the others were too preoccupied to notice, I should have felt guilt but all I felt was hunger.
It rained last night, a viscious thunder and lightening rain storm. Without her arms Fizz was incapable of keeping herself warm, we cuddled up to her, Jane on one side and I on the other. Soon I heard the tell tale sign of heaving breathing and knew she had fallen asleep, without knowing what I was doing the palm of my hand was suddenly on her sinewy brown stomache and after a moment it was joined by another. Janes. Together we carressed her belly and looked over at each other, neither of us saying a word. I was aware that I was drooling and only hoped the ravishing rain was successfuly masking my saliva, it certainly seemed to be doing the job with Jane. I doubt either of us will ever mention this incident.

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# Is it time again? #

IT MUST BE.

But we have no matches, how can we choose?

# I've an idea. #

WHAT?

# Hands up all those who don't want to be eaten! #

Oh no!

TAKE HER!!!

Nooooo!

# Hold her steady. #

I'M TRYING.

Please... What are you going to do?

# The knife! Pass me the knife! Quick! #

Nooo! Please, we're friends!

OPEN UP HER STOMACHE!

Please no! Not my belly, not my - urgh! Urrrrghh!

SLICE IT ALL THE WAY DOWN TO HER PUSSY.

Aarrrgh!

# Quick! Light the stove, get on the frying pan. #

Oh! Oh! Oh!

PULL IT RIGHT APART!

{SCHLOCK!}

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CAPTAINS LOG - DAY 20:

We had greedily pulled chunks of bloody gore from her open belly wound and tossed them into the frying pan. Fizz didn't live long enough to participate in our feast, neither of us cared. As I swilled the hunks of flesh around my mouth, savouring the warm taste against my tongue, I began again to feel myself moisten, a roller coaster was raging in my gut, within minutes I felt myself come to orgasm which in my state of semi nudity was near impossible to hide.
We slept for a whole day and night, the shitzophrenic weather now baking us in an impossible heat. The following morning we awoke to find Fizzs' body stiff, rotten and mouldy; patches of green bile was oozing from the pores in her skin, bacteria had swarmed her. She was completely inedible and so we had no choice but to toss her body into the sea. It sunk straight down but almost instantly was raised up above the waves by Hank; as he devoured her from below her upper torso bobbed about above the water- for a moment the bizzare puppetery movement made her look almost alive again. Then she was gone.
Days passed, two more sharks have joined our convoy, brought here by the smell of fresh blood impossible to ignore. They are bigger and nastier looking than Hank, circling us like vultures.
Jane and I have hardly spoken - we just sit and stare at each other. All the time a line from something I remember as a child keeps buzzing around my head... 'And then there were two.'... 'And then there were two...'

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# How long have we been out here now? #

WHAT?

# I said how long have we been out here now? #

TWENTY FOUR DAYS. THAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU'VE SAID TO ME FOR FIVE.

# What is there to say? #

YOU COULD SAY 'IT'S TIME.'

# Time for what? #

TIME TO CHOOSE AGAIN.

# Oh God Emily enough! Enough already, what's the point? #

THE POINT IS SURVIVAL, THE POINT IS LIVING, YOU WERE ALL FOR IT WHEN IT WAS FIZZ WEREN'T YOU? ALMOST ENJOYING IT THEN WEREN'T YOU? I COULD SEE HOW EXCITED YOU GOT WHEN YOU STARTED TO CUT INTO HER SKIN.

# Yeah? And do you think I didn't notice you subtley flicking yourself off whist you ate her innards. #

WHAT'S HAPPENED TO US?

# Maybe we were always like this, it just took the sea to bring it out. #

SO WHAT DO WE DO NOW?

# Die. #

NOT ME, YOU WANT TO DIE THEN THAT'S FINE, I WANT TO EAT.

# Emily we don't even have any matches to draw straws with. #

I'VE GOT A COIN, WE COULD CALL FOR IT.

# For fucks sake. #

YOU GOT A BETTER IDEA?

# Then lets end it once and for all, the loser dies okay? No more cutting off arms and feet, the loser is killed and her corpse provides as much nutrition for the winner as nature allows. #

AGREED.

# Toss the fucking coin then, lets get this over with. #

YOU CALL.

# Heads. #

......JANE?

# What? #

IT'S TAILS! {LAUGHTER} IT'S TAILS!!! I'M GONNA EAT YOU ALL UP YOU FUCKING BITCH! {LAUGHTER} WHERE'S THAT KNIFE?

# Take it easy Emily. #

I'M GOING TO SLICE OPEN THAT LITTLE BELLY OF YOURS AND CHOP OFF YOUR LITTLE TITTIES AND I'M GONNA FEAST WELL TONIGHT {LAUGHS} COME HERE YOU CUNT.

# Emily? #

WHAT?

# Fuck you. #

{SPLASH!}

JANE!!! WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR GOING?

# Away from you you mad cannibal whore. #

BUT THE SHARKS.

# Let em come, I don't care any more, Hank! Come here boy, come get your momma! #

JANE YOU SELFISH BITCH! YOU WON'T FEED ME BUT YOU'LL FEED THE FISH! COME BACK HERE, COME BACK!!!

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CAPTAINS LOG - DAY 25:

Emily has gone, the only small comfort I got from her denying me a good meal was watching the pain and suffering she went through at the hands of the sharks. Within minutes of hitting the water they had surrounded her, the ocean was strangely clear that day almost as if it wanted me to enjoy the spectacle. The largest one got to her first, I saw it's powerful jaws clamp around her leg and pull her beneath the waves, through the water I could see it violently shake her and the sea about turned a crimson red, then the leg was ripped clean off and she resurfaced, screaming, staring at me with pleading eyes but I just looked, the knife still warm in my hand and I knew she would not dare swim to me for help. From the opposite side another shark approached, it's fin slicing through the waters towards her, she saw it too and uttered an 'Oh no!' before it's head came crashing above the waves, turned on it's side and took her shoulder in it's gigantic jaws, with her free hand she tried to gounge at it's eyes but with one quick shake it had removed her entire left arm and a portion of her upper body. Jane's screaming was now little more of a gargle as blood started to pour from her mouth, with her one right arm and one left leg she did her best to paddle away from the nightmare around her. But then Hank joined in the action, he swam out from underneath my boat and in seconds was upon her, his small but deadly jaws crushing around her stomache and dragging into the depths. She did not resurface. It was ironic in a way that the beast she had loved as a pet and named after her ex-husband should be the one to finish her. C'est la vie.

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CAPTAINS LOG - DAY 28:

My only COCK hope of survival now is to make the ultimate sacrifice, I must remove and cook part of myself... I am COCK scared to do it and I am begining to hallucinate.

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Hi Emily.

FIZZ!

How are you doing?

NOT SO GOOD

What are you doing with that knife?

THINKING ABOUT CUTTING OFF MY ARM.

Oh.

FIZZ?

Uh huh?

IT'S GOOD TO SEE YOU.

It's good to see you too Emily, I always liked you, you were a good captain. Even when you butchered me like an animal I liked you.

# I liked you too Emily #

JANE?

# I'm here. #

We're both here for you Emily.

BUT AREN'T YOU BOTH SUPPOSED TO BE...?

# Dead? #

Oh we're dead alright.

THEN YOU'RE GHOSTS?

No, nothing as outrageous as that I'm afraid.

# We're hallucinations. #

HALLUCINATIONS?

Products of your sick starving mind.

# Your subconcious decided you needed a bit of help in doing the cut on yourself so it sent us along for a bit of moral support. #

OH. THAT WAS NICE OF IT.

Well it's onyour side you know.

# Pick the knife back up Emily, thats it, now grit your teeth and start cutting. #

Go ahead, your brains so messed up you'll hardly feel any pain, I mean come on, your alone at sea talking to your two dead crew members.

OKAY I'LL DO IT... I'LL DO IT...

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CAPTAINS LOG - DAY 31:

I have been lost at sea for a month. I feel hungry and ill, I cut off my own arm and ate it raw, I have been drinking sea water, I have cut off my own leg but instead of eating it I just waved it around a bit and threw it to the sharks. I can't stop laughing, I feel really weird, for a giggle I am going to go back to the last entry and add the word 'cock' in a couple of times. I can see a light in the distance but it's probably just an hallucination, my current two hallucinations are really annoying me, they snore at night and keep me awake. COCK.

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((Miss?))

HUH?

((Miss are you awake?))

WHA - WHO ARE YOU?

((My name's Jeff, I'm from that boat there.))

THAT'S A BIG BOAT, BIGGER THAN MINE {LAUGHS}

((Er - quite.))

ARE YOU AN HALLUCINATION TOO?

((No not the last time I checked.))

OH, THATS GOOD, I AM SO SICK OF HALLUCINATIONS.

((You seem to be missing a couple limbs.))

DAMN I'M CARELESS, THEY MUST BE AROUND HERE SOMEWHERE.

((Miss I think your delirious, how long have you been out here?))

I DON'T BELIEVE I'VE EVER BEEN ANYWHERE ELSE.

((Come on to my boat, I can't leave you here.))


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SLOW DOWN I CAN'T HOP THAT FAST.

((Take your time.))

WHERE ARE WE GOING?

((To the galley))

THIS ISN'T AN HALLUCINATION IS IT? IT'S REAL, YOU'RE GOING TO TAKE ME HOME, I SURVIVED!

((Technicaly, but you see miss I'm afraid we're lost at sea too... Alright men, put down them matches, no need to draw straws this time, lunch has just arrived!))

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