Not For Sail

...trusting an infamous outlaw is not the wisest thing one can do.

Robert slept fitfully. He had not had a good day. A potentially good prospect, that of spending some quality time adrift at sea on a small craft with a 1:1 ratio of gorgeous redheads to men, had quickly turned sour when a careless comment had earned him the loathing of his female shipmates, as well as an unexpected trip over the side. He rubbed his jaw gingerly. After that unfortunate incident, disappointment had mounted when a potential rescue became a near miss, and no one seemed to be taking his suggestions seriously anymore. On top of all of that, he hadn't been able to steal anything in nearly 48 hours. Being a compulsive kleptomaniac without access to counseling or medication wasn't easy. Looking around, Robert saw that the other three were fast asleep. An idea entered Robert's mind, much like an in-law just popping by to say hello, no, don't get up, just thought I'd see how you were doing, and by the way...

The next morning, Fred blinked and squinted at the rising sun, stretched his cramped limbs, and wondered where their sail had gone.

"Great," he muttered. "Just great."

Of course, Robert denied any knowledge of the whereabouts of their missing clothing, claiming he had slept like a log. Astra muttered something about logs being able to float without difficulty, but the matter went no further. However, Robert was the first to suggest that they could easily construct a new sail with their trousers, and even volunteered to be the first to take his off.

1. Fred decides this has gone far enough, and gives the sick bastard a piece of his mind
2. Astra & Alexis shrug indifferently and remove their pants.
3. Without the benefit of a sail, the boat hadn't moved since Fred had tossed their shirts over the side. Fred notices them floating in the water a few feet away.

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