“What?” Fax asked.
“Soul got a Spitter. Lucky bitch gets all the good ones,” Marauder explained. He then stood up and took out a couple of explosives. He tied them together and lit the fuses. He bounced the explosives in his hand before he hollered: “Fire in the hole!”
Everyone covered their ears and hid behind a line of empty cars as the explosion rippled through the empty streets. Sand, gravel, and dust flew all around for a few seconds before it vanished just as quickly as it came. The crew looked up to see nothing but a mass of rubble and blood. Marauder jumped up, fists raised in the air.
“Plus twenty bitches!”
No one said anything; the Demoman was right, he cleared out the small group of zombies in less than two minutes. The crew waited for a response from Enouls, but none came. Everyone came out from behind the cars and walked back to the street. They were almost close to the Potomac and the ship waited. Dahlia waved at the crew to keep the move on. Fax got up and felt a slight pain in her arm; she really needed to get this checked out. The group gets closer to the boat to see a figure that leaned on some crate boxes that were ready to be shipped onward home. The figure pushed the cowboy hat from their vision and gave a grin.
“You see my multikill, Soul?” Marauder replied happily.
“Sure did,” Ensouls replied. “But, I still did better. I still won.”
“While you hit the Crawlers, Ensouls and I found a Basilisk and another Hunter on the way over,” Outlaw replied as the crew jumped.
“Dude, seriously!” Sammich replied with a hint of anger in his voice. “This sneaking around? Not cool!”
“I apologize,” Outlaw responded. “But, this round, Ensouls won by ten points. She wins the case. Next round is going to be harder, gang.”
Marauder was going to say something, but the boat Captain walked up to the crew. “What the hell are you doing? Get these crates on the ship now! We’re getting ready to get the hell out of here!”
In quick succession, the crew began their work of crate hauling on the boat. Fax lingered and watched, since she couldn’t help. She tried to, but the others told her to leave it be.
“Your job’ll be to count how many we have and mark ‘em,” Dahlia joked as she handed off a crate to Alex, who took it with ease.
“Why do I have a feeling that I’ve done this before?” Fax wondered aloud.
“Maybe in another life, kid,” Dahlia answered as she looked up to the rest of the crew. “S’that it?”
“Hauled the last one in, Dahlia,” Alex replied with a grin.
“Good, let’s get the hell out of here,” Dahlia muttered.
The crew boarded the boat and went into their respected rooms for now. No one wanted to be outside of the ship as it set sail. Outlaw appeared in the ship’s Bridge with the Captain.
“Captain, we are all aboard,” Outlaw told the man.
The Captain turned around and smiled, though it was barely seen through the forest of hair and beard on the man’s face.
“Then Captain Frohmage will take us all home,” Frohmage responded. “Ye might want t’go get somethin’ teh eat while we’re riding out. S’some good fish we caught while teh crew and I was waitin’ fer ya.”
“Thank you, Captain, that sounds delightful,” Outlaw stated and left the Bridge just as quickly.
Captain Frohmage turned back and hummed an old tune as he turned the ship back toward the Islands; all with a smile on his face. “Show me the way to go home. I’m tired and I want to go to bed. Had a drink about an hour ago and it went right to my head…”
Fax was in her room as the boat took off. She nursed the arm and anticipated going back because that would mean this would be fixed and she could continue her job. She knows that the injury would come out of her pay. She sighed as she tried to think of something else other than the pain, but the numbness wouldn’t go away.
“I can take another look at it for ya…if you’d like,” McNinja replied as he leaned on the door. “Now that we’re on the ship, I have better supplies to take care of it until the ARC doctors clean it up fer ya.”
“I guess so,” Fax answered as she waited for him to take a look at it.
McNinja walked into the room and examined the wound once again. The bone was set and there was no infection, that part was the good news. However, the bone cannot heal since she was out in the field. McNinja rebandaged the wound and set the arm in an appropriate sling. He nodded at his work and walked out of the room.
“Thanks,” Fax told him.
McNinja only waved in welcome and said: “Food’s on in the Mess hall. I think we’re having some ‘tatties and fish tonight.”
Fax smiled. “Maybe later.”
McNinja shrugged his shoulders and made his way to the Mess Hall. Fax sighed and slowly lay on the makeshift bed. The ship rocked in the choppy water. It reminded her of when she was young and her mother would rock her to sleep. Fax smiled as she closed her eyes as she could remember the song her mother used to sing. Instantly, the Scout was asleep.
Alex sat on one of the crates at the front of the ship. Night had fallen and the moon was full. Alex knew that the entire crew was in the Mess Hall, where they would eat, play cards, or anything in between. Tonight, Alex didn’t want to do that. Alex dug into the breast pocket and took out a photograph. The photo looked like it had seen better days; the picture had faded since it has been concealed in the pocket. Alex breathed in as he fingered the picture with his thumb in hopes of the feel of skin would come from the picture.
“Who is she?” the Sniper questioned as she walked to him.
“Someone….from long ago,” Alex replied as he stared at the picture while Ensouls snagged a crate next to him. “Is this our life now, Ensouls? Fearing the one place we used to live? Killing someone’s loved one?”
Ensouls sighed and looked up into the night sky. The ocean waves pound on the hull in mock anger. “Unfortunately yes, Alex, this is our life now. Killing everything that moves, hoping that tomorrow comes. It’s what we have to do now. Its how we make peace with everything.”
“Even with the killing?” he asked.
“Even with the killing,” she repeated. The two stayed at the front of the full in silence until the ship made its way back to the Island. Above in the Crow’s Nest; the bell rung in the bleak morning.
"Land ahead!" a voice boomed.