Chapter Two:

Eva looked back at Jen and shrugged. "All I remember is drinking that whiskey and…" She held up her hands with the shrug. Jen was still hiding her eyes from seeing Misha. It was just so wrong in so many ways. All that hair, and flab and not to mention, man-junk hanging out. She had turned her back to him now.

"I don't remember a thing." Jen confided, looking at the ground, and at her bare toes. She really didn't. Not at all. Misha slowly peeled himself off the couch and stood to his feet.

"Any idea where clothes are?"

"Try the stairs…I saw something there." Eva suggested. The pilot nodded, walked past the two women and looked at the staircase. His outfit was there, along with the blonde mohawked Swede. Mattias was snoring, face down on the stairs. "Hey…Mattias…wake up. You're using pants for pillow. I need pants." Misha gave him a gentle tap on the shoulder with his bare foot. The Viking looked up, sunglasses half busted on his face, with a broken lens and bent frame.

"Am I seeing what I think I'm seeing? Misha, why the hell are you in a bikini?"

"Don't know. Let go of pants." Mattias looked down. He had been using the pant leg as a pillow.

"Oh, sorry Misha." Misha shook his head and pulled them back on, still keeping the bikini bottom, but ditched the top and left it on the railing of the staircase. Mattias stood up and walked up the five stairs until he hit the top. He looked around after taking off his sunglasses. "Hey guys, I can hear Chris snoring, but where's Fiona?"

Jen looked at him, then around the room. "I thought she might have been in her room but…"

"We were in her room." Eva pointed out.

"So, where the hell is she?" Jen asked in a huff. She was a little concerned since she knew Fiona didn't drink all that much. Eva flipped a strand of her dark brown auburn hair out of her eyes. Mattias slowly ambled over.

"I'd hate to say this..."

"Say what Mattias?" Jen gave him a hard stare.

"I think we've lost Fiona."

"Lost her?" Jen exclaimed. "Are you mad? She couldn't have got lost!" Mattias gave her a look back.

"Hey…she never drinks. Maybe she just walked out. Maybe she's in her car. I'll go and look." Mattias shrugged, and did just that. By the time he came back, Chris had eventually ambled in, tossing on a green army t-shirt. Jen gave him a dark glare as he walked over towards the others.

"You and I need to talk." She took him by the arm and dragged him off into another room, and shut the door. Eventually after the awkward silence was lifted, the others stopped looking in that direction, trying to hear what they were saying.

"You and I, we didn't…did we?" Jen began, brows furrowed slightly.

"Didn't do what?"

"Don't play stupid with me Chris. Did we or did we not fuck last night?"

"Woah, that's whatcha mean." Chris chuckled. He shifted his weight on his feet, and leaned back against the wall. "Not that I recall, but I'm not really sure…"

"You're not really sure?" Jen exclaimed, her mouth falling agape.

"No." He repeated, now crossing his tree-trunk like arms across his massive chest. Jen gave him a look, and then started pacing a little bit, her bare feet hardly making a sound on the tiled floor. She sighed a bit. "So you finally banged me, big deal."

Jennifer turned, stopping in her tracks. She gave him a nasty look. "Big deal?" She snapped loudly, grabbing his shirt collar from off his thick neck. "Do you remember if you used an English riding coat?"

"I…what the hell you talkin' about?" Jen looked a little peevish. She answered him quietly.

"Did you or did you not use a condom?"

"How should I know?"

"Ugh!" Jen scowled, and then stormed out.

"So where the hell could Fiona be?" Ewan pondered aloud.

"I have no idea." Mattias replied, fiddling with one of the bottles on the table as he sat on the couch. Suddenly, Jen remerged from the dark hallway, and in one swift motion, she grabbed one of the bottles with a tad of liquid left in it, and drank it down in one gulp. The rum that had been sitting out burned down her throat quickly. She slammed the green bottle down on the table.

"All right, we need to find Fiona. God knows what she's gotten herself into."

"I'll get us a ride." Eva offered, as she started down the stairs to her garage. Jen sat on the couch beside Mattias. However, she stood up again after feeling something poking her in the side. She looked, and she reached for what was stuck between the arm and the first cushion. She pulled at the black material, and out came her boots. At least she had all her clothes returned to her now. "There they are." She slid them on, zipping them up on the insides.

"So, where do we start?" came Chris' booming, low voice as he entered the room again.

"Does anyone remember anything at all?" Jennifer asked, looking anxiously between them all. She was met by shrugs and heads shaking.

"Wait! Wait, it's coming back…slowly." Misha piped up. "We drink, we laugh at Irish." He mumbled, counting off the things on his fingers. He then pulled up the bikini top strap so it sat back on his shoulder. "Then we…OH! We left!"

"We left here?" Mattias scratched his head where his mohawk had fallen over during the night. His hair laid flat against his skull like a bad comb over.

"Da! We did, we did boss! Went to Pirates to get more drinks." Misha exclaimed.

The mercenaries and their employees soon headed out with Eva, except for Mattias who offered to stay at the villa just in case Fiona decided to show up there. The five of them shoved into a Vulcan 4x4. "Her car is still here." Eva pointed out as she drove past it.

"She wouldn't drink and drive." Jen pointed out, glancing around the truck. "That's not her."

Once they reached the edge of the water, north of Maracaibo, they stopped and snapped up a few of the motor boats docked by the small little houses. They went across the little bay to the islands where the pirates were currently taking up their home residence. Here was where the Rastafarian Jamaican Pirates lived. They were one of the only factions Mattias hadn't pissed off. So, Devil Buoy and the others welcomed them with open arms, and open bottles of rum.

"Ah, whap'mam. How you do? Ya here for da rum?"

"Actually, we want to know what happened here last night." Ewan pointed out, crossing her arms as he stood next to Jen.

"Ay you alright man, you and da foxy British Merc come round here, hot red head too. Smoke a blow or two wit us."

"What?" Jen asked, a little confused. Ewan chuckled nervously.

"Y'all come, partyin' it up wit us. Then y'all join us for the hit up, smokin' sum green."

"Um, what do you…"

"Aye, he means we smoked some pot while we were drunk. Not a big deal…" Ewan started.

"Smoking pot?" Jen said, still in shock. Ewan looked all around between each person.

"I think I remember what happened…"

LAST NIGHT:

"Come on, party with pirates, they crazy!" Misha laughed, tugging on Ewan's arm. The mercs and company followed the Russian pilot closely as they went up to Devil Buoy's hut where reggae music was blaring loudly. It was as stereotypical as you could get it.

"Come on in bredda, wassup mah man?"

"Not a lot, what is going on?" Misha asked, looking around.

"Come, come, we got 'nuff to spread round, all ya'll." The leader of the pirates led them all into the main room where a lot of other Jamaicans were sitting around, drinking and smoking, and having a good time. "Come, have sum odda beer." Misha chuckled, taking one, and passing them down to the mercenaries. Misha plopped down in the corner and got talking with some of the pirates about his new job. Jen walked forward and sat around in a group with Ewan, and Fiona.

"Hey, it's the British Merc. Come, trya dis." A woman with a bandana on her head handed Jen a pipe. "Go on, sum of da world's finest blow right der."

"Oh, why not? I'm already pissed drunk…" She slowly inhaled from the short bong. "Oh..that…is the good stuff…bloody 'ell." She sat back against the wall. "Go on Fiona…" She leaned towards her. "You know you want to…"

"I…" The Aussie hesitated.

"Pleeeeeaaase?" Jen whined, handing her the bong right in her face. The Brit was leaning into Fiona, right up in her personal space.

"Okay, okay fineee…give it here." She took it, and without preparing herself, just breathed it in, but choked loudly, soon falling back onto a pillow. "Oh my God…the room's spinning…so dizzy….dizzy…."

BACK IN THE PRESENT…

"It was pretty bad, for Fiona's sake anyway." Ewan pointed out as he finished his story. Jen looked around, biting her lip.

"Oh don't tell me you've not had a hit of pot before in your life." Chris asked, crossing his arms.

"No." Jen denied it. "That was…the first time in my life that I have ever-"

"Bull shit. You do a lot of crap in University." Jen gave him a pouty look.

"Okay fine! But it was just that one time…"

"GUYS! Shut up! We need to find Fiona." Eva interrupted them all. She gave a nod to Devil Buoy. "Thank you for uh..helping us. Now, where did we go after that?"

"Hmm.." The Jamaican paused. "Dem red head said sumthin' 'bout the Marxists." Eva then turned on her heels and started towards the boats. The others began to follow her.

"Weh ya go?" One of the guys with long dreads asked, drinking a beer.

"To the Guerilla's!" She called back.

"Fine, fine. Mi gaan!"