Reposting this story as it was lost on another site and a few good readers have requested it to be put up here so they can read it again, lol. Hope everyone enjoys it the second time around, or first if you haven't already. You might want to read Bosco, Maurice and Moe: The Three of me that be first if you haven't already. This is one sequel to it.

Enjoy,

M.

VACATION

By M

Chapter 1

Bosco's knuckles were white with the effort to hold on to the windshield frame as he tried to keep his seat by bracing his feet against the bottom of the boat. He was barely hanging on as he tried to look behind them as CJ pushed the trottle forward to increase their already terrifying speed as he brought them out of a hair raising right turning slide.

CJ working the wheel hard, maintained control and as the boat speed reached 80 mph they raced for their lives down the bayous that were increasingly becoming narrower. The water sprayed up behind them in two white plumes as the prop cut through the Louisiana bayou, the waves they made splashed the banks and caused the elephants ears and the cattails to violently rock, an alligator was frightened off his bank where he was sunning and thrashing his head around slid silently into the dark waters.

The boats hull was only barely touching the water and then at times it seemed that the motor was the only thing actually in the water and he sure hoped that CJ knew what he was doing, they come here to fish, they had not come to Louisiana to die.

The hot late August sun was glinting off of the windshield of the boat behind them as Bosco glanced back, hiding the occupants from his view, but he knew that they meant to kill CJ and him if they could. Just as he looked forward again the windshield in front of CJ shattered. The bullet that caused it had barely missed CJ and Bosco wished again that he and CJ had brought weapons instead of fishing tackle. CJ looked over at him and Bosco was surprised to see he looked pissed not scared. Bosco could see the cuts from the Plexiglas that had flown back into CJ but he didn't seem to notice even though one was near his right eye.

"Son of a bitch" CJ yelled, "doesn't it just piss you off when people shoot at you!" Yelling out, "Hang on, Bosco!" as he took them into a sudden left turn throwing Bosco against the sideshield causing yet another bruise on that arm and causing him to yell out at the pain in his leg. This turn was a bit tougher to come out of and they almost ended up on the opposite bank in the trees causing a small flock of the white cattle egrets to take wing but CJ showed his upbringing and managed to quickly control the boat and they were again racing down yet another bayou.

The sun would almost disappear as the moss laden trees overhanging the bayou waters seemed to close in as the bayous narrowed then it would appear again when the bayous widened again. Sometimes it seemed as if he could reach out and touch the trunks and it was scary as hell. Bosco hoped the hell that CJ knew where they were because he had been lost since they left the dock 2 days ago and that feeling was getting increasingly worse.

Looking behind them again he saw that they had not put much more space between them and the chasing boat but that it had the same trouble as them in the turn so they were increasing the distance a little but as a bullet hit the deck between them he realized that it was not enough. This "race" had been going on for about an hour now and Bosco hoped that the boat would not sink with the shots it had taken, but CJ had told him it was double hulled, (whatever the hell that meant) and it should not sink.

He was feeling some pain now but he knew the worst was yet to come. Bosco had been hit across the top of his left thigh by one of the first shots when they had come upon the smugglers boat and the plane they had been unloading and his shorts were soaked with blood. The pain was at this time overcome by the adrenaline he was feeling as he hung on for dear life and from the fear of slamming into the banks of the bayous but he knew that it would not be long before he would be feeling the long gash that ran from five inches above his knee to right below his hip, full force. He was of course thankful that it had not entered his hip but he knew that it was still not good. CJ had cuts on his face and arms from the shattered windshield and some of them looked like the Plexiglas might still be in there.

As the boats roared down the bayous shattering the peaceful morning Bosco and CJ were in a race for their lives when suddenly the boat behind them began to back off, gradually slowing and then came to a stop. The men in it were standing up, their boat bobbing up and down in CJ's wake, looking down the bayou watching, almost as if they were in fact waiting; for what Bosco couldn't guess. He was just glad they had stopped. Before he could say anything, CJ noticed they were no longer being followed and looked to Bosco and said "This can't be good."

"Maybe they got tired? Low on gas? Decided that they didn't want to kill us after all?" Bosco was hoping against hope of course.

"No, I don't think that's it," CJ was sounding scared for the first time as he looked down at his gas gage.

"Well, I don't care what their reason is lets just go home. Uh, CJ, you do know the way out of here don't you!" Bosco laughed nervously. CJ didn't answer him, he just keep looking ahead. Bosco didn't like that answer but didn't ask him again.

They had gone about two miles more when the motor began to sound wrong to Bosco. He saw the look on CJ's face and then as they came around another right turn heard the sputtering of the motor as the last of the gasoline spilled out of the tank that had been hit by a bullet earlier. As the motor died and the boat slowed to a stop they both realized that the stern of the boat had liquid sloshing around in it, and it wasn't water, and as the smell of gasoline filled the morning air and the birds could be heard again, Bosco realized that it was they who were out of gas and looking at CJ said, "I don't suppose that they DON'T know about this, huh?" Suddenly he was feeling that leg.

"No, I'm pretty sure that they do know about it" CJ said, "they probably got gas in the face and that's why they stopped. They are following but now they don't have to be in a hurry, they were just waiting for our motor to stop and they will come in slow cause they don't know if we're armed like them or not." He was looking around them to try to determine where they were as he took out his cell phone. There was no signal. "Damn it" he exclaimed and as he realized that he was cut and wiped his face found that it was bloody.

Then looked up to see Bosco looking stunned as he exclaimed, "You mean cell phones don't work out here!" He had located the first aid kit and was getting bandages out.

"Evidently not," CJ replied as he tried again then put the phone back in the plastic zip bag he had carried it in. He realized that his face was really stinging and he could feel something sticking him near his right eye, then taking a deep breath and standing up he began to gather a couple of lifejackets and other supplies. "Bos, we have to get out of this boat before they get here and before this gas goes up. All it will take is one spark and this boat will be our casket." pausing as he looked back at Bosco, before giving a deep sigh and stating matter of factly, "The thing is we're about 10 miles from the camp now and in the opposite direction of the landing, and since no one is expecting us for 3 more days we could be out here awhile. So, lets get as much of this stuff into the water as we can and then I have an idea that might just work if we hurry," then noticing Bosco's leg asked, "can you walk", and then panicking a little, he asked, "Bos, can you swim!?"

"Yeah, I think so, it's just a big scratch," giving CJ a dirty look before sarcasticly replying, "and yes I can swim" as he finished putting a couple of the bandages from the first aid kit on his leg, then, he began to help CJ toss the supplies overboard, "how's your eye?"

Before CJ could answer they heard the distant sound of a boat motor and were suddenly looking at each other the way that people who know that they might be about to die together do and then they both looked away and continued rapidly throwing things into the water. Bosco cursed as he got angry now, "Well if they think I'm going down easy their mama's MUST have raised some fools! So lets have with this idea of yours swamp man!"

This caused CJ to laugh as he looked around to see where they might get to escape this. He pointed toward the left bank and said, "We're going to have to swim for it, but we can "get lost" in there, and hope that they don't follow. Then when they're gone we can retrieve this stuff. I'll have my cell phone and we can call for help when we get to where we have a signal but we have to get moving," as they continued to quickly throw the plastic bags that contained their survival gear into the bayou's now still waters.

As they were finishing, CJ and Bosco realized that the motor they were hearing was much closer, glancing up they saw it suddenly appear from around the bend in the bayou. One of the smugglers was already aiming at them and as CJ yelled "JUMP" to Bosco; he fired; not at them but at the stern of the boat where the gasoline was pooled.

The explosion from the bullet ripping through the gas fumes tore the bass boat apart, the sound deafening in the quiet of the early day. Burning fiberglass and metal were strewn into the morning sky, one of the seats landed in the trees on the bank, the boat motor flew upwards and backwards and then landing quickly sank beneath the bayou's surface. Black smoke filled the blue sky blotting out the white clouds for a few minutes. For awhile the heat was so intense that the smugglers, yards away, could feel it. Bits and pieces of the boat were burning furiously as they floated on the violently churned water. Many of the bags that CJ and Bosco had thrown overboard were lost because of the burning gasoline that floated on the water surface.

The bow of the boat floated a few minutes on the surface of the waters and then was gone, in just 15 minutes the entire boat was gone, just a few small burning remnants left to prove that it was ever there to begin with.

The smugglers waited patiently to make sure there were no survivors, after all who was there to come and help way out here. Besides if someone had heard or seen the explosion or smoke, by the time they got here, the drug dealers would be gone. When finally the fire was out they slowly motored up and down the bayou; looking, then satisfied that there were no survivors they turned and going back the way they had come returning to finish the unloading of the drug plane that Bosco and CJ had stumbled upon that morning while looking for a good bass fishing spot.

TBC...