We buried Kevin's body on a ridge overlooking the Phantom Spirit crash site. Mitch had gone back to the ship and retrieved a metal shard of the Phantom. Jake inscribed the Lord's Prayer and put it on Kevin's chest. I looked at the grave as while Mitch and John filled it with dirt. Mitch pulled out a firebomb and laid it on Kevin's grave. We all got into the truck and drove down the dirt path. Two minutes later the firebomb exploded covering the grave in molten glass.
"That was… sad." John as he looked back in the direction of the grave.
"Yes it was." I said trying not to cry. "At least his body shall be incased in glass forever."
The ride through the forest was quiet and gloomy. Jake tried to cheer us up by telling us that Kevin died a hero. If he hadn't had pushed me out of the way I would have been killed.
"Jake, just shut the fuck up" I said looking at him my face red.
I got dark quickly after the funeral and Mitch pulled into a small clearing coved by the trees.
"I'll start the fire." I said grabbing a box of matches from the Warthog.
Mitch hopped out the warthog grabbing his axe and said, "John and I will go find some food."
Jake agreed and walked over to where I was starting the fire. I tried to ignore him but his presence made me stop what I was doing.
"Jacob, can I talk to you for a sec." Jake said watching me struggle to light the fire.
"What do you want?" I said in a tone that surprise Jake and myself.
"I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry if I offended you." He said siting on a tree stump. "I just wanted to try to cheer you up."
A several shots and yells of joy were heard in the distance.
"You didn't cheer me up." I said finally lighting the fire. "You just made me feel guilty about Kevin's death."
"I know." Jake said as Mitch and John walked into the clearing carrying a deer. I'm sorry.
Mitch and John drop the deer near the fire and walked towards the truck. Mitch reached into the glove box and pulls out four bottles of strong whiskey. Jake looks at me and smiles. I looked at him and knew I could never be upset with him for a long period of time so I smiled back.
"Gentleman today might be a sad day but it doesn't mean we can't feast." Mitch laughed as he tossed each of us a bottle of whisky.
John got to work gutting the deer while the rest of sat around the fire and talked. John cut the meat into manageable sizes and put them on the fire. The meat had finished cooking so we started eating. While we were eating Mitch produced a package of clear liquid and threw it onto the fire.
"What the Hell is that?" Jake asked unsure of what the liquid was.
"You'll see Jake you'll see." Mitch replied as he finished his dinner and opened his whiskey.
The fire exploded into a column of blue flames. I jumped back cursing because my sleeve on fire. Jake tried to run but fell on his face when he tripped over a root. Mitch and John burst out laughing as the fire retuned to its normal size.
"You guys are assholes." Jake muttered as he got onto his feet.
Mitch laughed even harder. Jake and I walked over and sat back down. Mitch who had quite a bit of whiskey started singing.
The song was an old song by Flogging Molly.
Her breath began to speak
As she stood right in front of me
The colour of her eyes
Were the colour of insanity
Crushed beneath her wave
Like a ship, I could not reach her shore
We're all just dancers on the Devil's Dance Floor
Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, a little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Pressed against her face
I could feel her insecurity
Her mother'd been a drunk
And her father was obscurity
But nothin' ever came
From a life that was a simple one
So pull yourself together girl
And have a little fun
Well she took me by the hand
I could see she was a fiery one
Her legs ran all the way
Up to heaven and past Avalon
Tell me somethin' girl, what it is you have in store
She said come with me now
On the Devil's Dance Floor
Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, a little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, a little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
The apple now is sweet
Oh much sweeter than it ought to be
Another little bite
I don't think there is much hope for me
The sweat beneath her brow
Travels all the way
An' headin' south
This bleedin' heart's cryin'
Cause there's no way out
Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, a little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, a little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
"Mitch I never knew you could sing that well when you are drunk." Jake said with the sound of awe in his voice.
Mitch tried to say something but passed out. We looked at each other wondering what to do now.
"I am going to bed. Jake you have first watch." John finally said as he walked towards the truck.
Jake groaned at the thought of saying up for another 3 hours.
I said goodnight to Jake and retired to my bed.
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