This is a DoJ merchant ship. It ferries criminals from one big house to another.
It's a dark dusk on the sea. And it's getting darker. The ship approaches the Atlantic Ocean. The wind is warm and humid.
In the many cells aboard, federal criminals whine and cuss. They hate being transferred. They hate being in chains more. But then, most of them should've thought of that before they went and broke Uncle Sam's Whiskey Rebellion-crushing heart.
Chuck Muckle's in such a cell. He's in an orange uniform. Months after his community service, he can still feel where that coconut prolonged his sentence. Lately he's been having delusions of Tahiti, a magical place...in another ocean...
Roy and the Bear hide in the engine room. It's steamy in here. Roy can't wait to get out. He would wait if he knew just how far away from the mainland he and the Bear had come...
"I think the worst of the security is stable," she tells Roy. "Let's go out on the weather deck."
"Dad's gonna kill us for this," Roy pants, scared. "Muckle might escape..."
"Roy, shut up. Muckle got community service, not life imprisonment." She takes off her shirt. "Last I heard, at least."
Roy isn't looking. He's still looking around, scared. At last, he turns. He screams.
Beatrice covers his mouth, and shushes him. Roy hopes against hope she hasn't felt his hardening cock.
"You're going to get us caught! Now can you swim, or do I have to tow you?"
"Swim?! What're you..."
She takes off his shirt for him. He's frozen.
"If you don't want these to get wet, you have to leave them here. We can improvise when we get there."
"Where's there?! What are we...?!"
In goat steps, Roy creeps out onto the weather deck around the ship's stern. He's in briefs. Behind him, Beatrice follows him, and makes sure he doesn't fall behind. She's in a bikini...and MUCH better prepared.
Beatrice snickers, as she can't help but notice the pattern on Roy's briefs. They're Captain Marvel-patterned. (Marvel's, not DC's.)
Roy sighs. "I can hear you, Beatrice. If you laugh out loud, you've gotta share the joke. What is it?"
"Well Cowgirl, it's..."
She stops. She can see the island. It's beautiful. She can see the fog rising from its jungle canopy...
"Beatrice? What is it?"
"Nothing. Just do as I say, and with luck, we'll get there in one piece."
With that, she slaps him on the back. Before Roy can protest, he's falling down the freeboard of the ship.
He splashes down. He's scared. He's never been adrift in water this deep before. And he can hear the ship's noise from nearby...
Something splashes down near him. The terror in him...
Something touches him. In fright, he tries to swim away. It feels like an eel. But the more he thrashes, the more it takes him.
It surfaces. His head surfaces with it. He takes a breath, and gasps. He's hugging Beatrice from behind, as she swims for shore.
"For god's sake, Cowgirl, you're worse underwater than you are on a golf course." She keeps swimming. Awkward silence follows. "Your cock," she adds, "is a lot more developed than I thought, by the way."
"Oh," Roy moaned. "Why didn't you tell me we were coming out here?!"
"I did! You just...took me lightly, for some reason. And that's weird. Seems like you always stare at me like a jackass whenever we talk these days."
"Well," Roy spats ocean water. "Maybe that's..."
"It's okay, Roy. I know what you're going to say."
"You do?!"
"Whatever it is, it can wait until shore. I'm ready for it."
Onward, Beatrice swims. Roy tries to calm his own cock, but to no avail. He doesn't want to, of course. But he also doesn't want Beatrice to get the wrong idea...if she doesn't have it already...
The DoJ ship opens, farther and farther away from where Beatrice and Roy swim. The island sure doesn't feel like it's getting closer...
Something big and rocky surfaces near them. Roy screams. Beatrice makes eye contact with it. Roy, at least, is scared that they've met the Thing from Fantastic Four.
Whatever it is, it stares at them, with round glowing purple eyes. The light glows. Both Beatrice's and Roy's eyes receive too much wattage of it. (Or, is it raddage?)
All around, everything freezes...except the ocean waves, they remain stable. At long last, the creature blinks, submerges, and swims away.
"That was scary," Roy admits. "What was it?"
"I'm surprised you didn't recognize it, Mr. Endangered Species Savior. That was a sea turtle. He probably just inseminated a cow. Or, whatever it is female sea turtles are called."
"Inseminated a cow?', who," Roy bats his eyes. Suddenly, he feels weak. "Who taught you to...talk like that? Don't tell me that, that, that...that Mullet Fingers actually got sent to," he blinks more, "military school?"
"No," Beatrice responds, getting weaker too. "No, he's still in the wild near home. I'm...really tired, all of a sudden. Let's save the rest of this conversation for shore."
"Okay."
Roy doesn't want to admit to her, of course, that he's tired too. He wouldn't know that she's in no mood to make fun of him.
They get to shore. Roy starts wading once he can, and leads the charge into Normandy, so to speak. He doesn't get far. Near the wave line, he collapses.
Beatrice wanders farther. But at some point, she can't proceed either. She crashes...noticeably farther from Roy. They're both surrounded by beach sand.
Near, the ocean waves crash down. Roy's foot feels the worst of them...but he's too exhausted to react. His cock is still hard, in spite of how far away Beatrice is from him.
They're both too young to remember the 1980 Blue Lagoon. But whether they realize it or not, they're both about to live the Lost World version of it.