Thomas was grief stricken!
How could this tragedy happen?
If it took the rest of his life he would get to the bottom of this.
He never dream that his wife Rachelle after twelve years of marriage had suddenly perish.
Sure, she had became a little
depress and melancholy for
reasons unclear.
But her free spirit and joyful passion for life had always filled him with undeniable happiness
That happiness was at the bottom of a murky creek now
Living without her was going to be unimaginable.
He remembered Rachelle would often leap happily into his waiting arms when he was gone for awhile on his guided tours.
Now, empty silence and memories were his only companions.
Somebody was going to pay
They had met while on vacation in the Virgin islands.
He was an exclusive tour guide for the wealthy tourists that demanded unrestricted access and privileges.
Privileges that regular tourists could only dream about.
Helicopter rides, private yacht excursions.
Wild, insane parties
Reflecting back, it wasn't his thing but it paid the bills. Thomas often wondered what life would be like if he had their wealth at his disposal. He hoped that he wouldn't stoop to the level of depravity that he had witnessed over the years.
Thomas!
Yelled a demanding voice.
What?
Come upstairs now!
Oh god, thought Thomas, I wonder what that rich, fat idiot wants this time?
I'm coming, don't get your panties in a bunch Henry!
He made his way astern and was greeted by a sour look on Henry's weather beaten face.
What took you so long?
I've seen sloths that could move faster!
Thomas took a deep breath
and said,
What is it?
I'm busy doing a million things at the moment.
We were supposed to leave an hour ago to visit that island that is rumored to have buried gold, exclaimed Henry. While I have patiently waited, you've been making hay with female tourists on the yacht.
Making hay!
Who says that anymore?
I do, answered Henry, now
let's get this party started.
Do you have all the gear required for our expedition?
Dumb asses!
Hey dummies!
Over here!
Are you dummies ready to boldly go where no dummies have ever gone before?
On this hair raising expedition to discover riches and exploit the natives?
Oh no, Thomas groaned, it couldn't be.
That voice sounded familiar.
Ike is that you?
Who else, Ike said, you know
nobody finds the gold without me.
POW!
Without warning gunfire
suddenly erupts off the starboard side. Quickly ducking, almost falling in the water Henry was aghast, as white as a ghost.
Ike yelled,
Who's shooting at us!
I don't know said Thomas!
But keep your voices down,
so far they're shooting
on the other side of the boat.
Somebody release the anchor line!
Quickly! Henry cried
Thomas crept around, keeping low to where the anchor line was attached and press the motorized release button. The whirling sound it made was a relief to his grateful ears.
Thomas hollered,
fire up those engines and lets
get the hell out of here!
They, they have stop shooting stammered Henry. What in the world was that about? I've never been shot at in my entire life. It's your fault Thomas!
I bet it was a disgruntled husband of a wife you have been making hay with.
Thomas replied, you're out of your mind Henry!
I don't sleep with married women and if you say making hay again,
I will slap you!
Thomas said, It was probably one of the many people you have ripped off throughout the years of sleezing your way to dirty wealth.
This incident is making me
re-think my wife's death.
Perhaps there is some type of connection. I never thought that just being around your kind would affect my life so tragically.
Oh, Thomas, you're a drama queen!
Now, grab ahold of your balls and lets get started on the expedition to your fantasy Island.
Ike!
Thomas hollered, where are you?
Help gather the gear, we are going to need everyone's assistance.
Lets get the metal detectors, ground sonar devices, surveying equipment, and everything else we're gonna need!
Ike!
Where in the hell is he Henry?
Up here on the second deck,
oh what a tragedy!
He's dead Thomas!
Thomas climbed to the upper deck and kneeled over Ike's body and observe blood seeping from his temple.
One of the bullets must have struck him.
Well, Thomas said, it's a shame but I never liked him that much anyway.
However, out of respect we should pray for his soul.
Ike was involved in a great deal of underhanded schemes and cons in his lifetime. Perhaps he was the target.
Henry said, well, what shall we do with his body? We can't just toss him overboard.
The authorities will have questions and his family too.
Thomas said, we'll wrap and then pack his body on ice inside one of the commercial size freezers aboard the yacht,
We don't have time to be explaining things to the police at the moment. He's dead and talking isn't going to bring him back.
Ohhh...
Oh my head!
Ike groaned miserably.,
Who hit me aside my head!!!
And who's body are you packing in ice?
Henry's already pale face went
white as a ghost and he yelled, leaped in the air, tripped over some diving gear and fell overboard.
Save me!
Help!
I can't swim!
To be continued...
