“You said five fucks remember,” she said. “I never touched her tits, I was doing a Donald Trump,” he shouted back. “Stop it, let fucking go,” he protested, he tried smacking her head with his fist but couldn’t get the angle, he couldn’t reach the fire axe or flare gun and me pissing me self laughing couldn’t have helped. “But you let this servant fuck me?” she asked. He was really going for it, twisting her tits and nips as he slammed into her puss from behind. “Best swim for it love,” I says and next thing she’s out the wheelhouse and over the side, striking out for the nearest island. “Mind the wheel mate,” I says and I goes down the fish hold, “Your mate just bit my mate’s cock off,” I says, “Her’s swum for it and I reckon you lot better follow quick smart.”
I left em to it, splash, splash, four splashes and a later tentative knock on the wheel house door, “I cannot swim.”
“Then fucking drown,” Denzil said, “Fucks sake.”
“How’s about I sell you a life jacket?” I says.
