[4-8] The Yacht

[Deadpool]

Choosing the shelter of a yacht (and a taste of luxury) over the mysteries and instability of a vast ocean was obvious decision. The yellow lifesaver thrown out cut through the fog with its brightness, splashing a few feet from the duo. Karl tethered it to the guardrail to keep it from washing away. It swayed back in forth with the motion of the current.

”Yay, a boat!” the reptilian cheered. ”Now Guilmon and Funnymon are safe!”

The mercenary briefly considered drowning the fool, using the reptilian as a booster, he could propel himself closer to the lifesaver, and also cross another competitor off his list; even if the anti-Charmender did live, it would wander the ocean until exhaustion settled in. If the mercenary did not owe his survival to the reptilian he would have done it. Instead, he reached over his new partner, swatting at the inflatable ring, but each time he tried a wave would pull it away again.

”Swim me a little closer, he said.

Guilmon flapped his paws and paddled within range for Deadpool to loop an arm around the ring, and yank it towards him. His thumbless paws managed to grab a hold of the lifesaver, pulling it under his armpits to keep his head above water.

”Maybe this pep-c they have can help with our injuries!” Guilmon said, always the optimist.

Deadpool ignored him. He raised a thumbs-up to Karl and watched as the executive called for a lackey to reel them in. He noticed the name of the ship while nearing the stern: Persuasive Dreams it read in cursive.

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