[4-8] The Yacht

[Karl Jak]

Round 4

Deadpool
Guilmon

Deadpool came too a few moments after Guilmon had to witness the unpleasant demise of the human.  His vision returned, but all he could see was an orange-red mass in front of his face.
 
“Where the fuck?!”  The mercenary shouted as he started to flail a little bit.  Guilmon relaxed his grip enough for Deadpool to pull back and see who was holding on to him.  “You shouldn’t be in the ocean, not-Charmander.  This isn’t the place where you live.”
 
“We can work together and make it back,” Guilmon replied, seeming blissfully ignorant of the sass in his companion’s tone.
 
For his part, the mercenary glanced around before making the obvious comment.  “What shore?  There’s just fog and water.”
 
“Land must be somewhere,” the digital monster replied.  “Hey!  Look.  Land!”
 
Deadpool turned to see where the dinosaur was looking, and he quickly came to a different conclusion.  “That’s not land.  That’s a boat.”  Moment later, a massive, multi-story yacht parted through the fog.  As the naval vessel drew closer, Deadpool got a glimpse of the smiling figure waving to them from the rear of the ship.
 
“Hello, Wade,” Karl replied as he adjusted his captain’s hat and bent down for a floatation device.  “Couldn’t resist the urge for a swim?”  With a chuckle, the executive tossed the ring out to the pair of primes.  “Come on out of the rain.  I wouldn’t want either of you to grow ill.  My first mate has some crisp Pepsi for both of you.”