August 30, 1933, Florida.
From behind me, I hear the wail of a police siren and the shooting of the police’s guns. Well, the police are after me and I got to evade them or they will impound the car and arrest me plus we don't have the money to get a new car or bail me out. And as result of the illegal alcohol we have sold will mean a guaranteed arrest on entry. Suddenly I realize to pull the boost string to hopefully evade the cops but somehow they still stayed on my tail but I still have got a trick up my sleeve. I dumped the old motor oil out the back and the cops drove through the oil and lose traction and spun out. Finally, I got rid of them. That is a relief, now I can drive safely once I cool down the engine and reattach the boost string.
As I get out of the car and reattach the boost string and cool the engine, I think to myself; Time to get back on the road and then get on the boat home and see the others.
At the island,
“Hi, Blondie where are the others?” Asks the leader named Otis, 5’8”, short brown hair, and the best with cars.
“First of all please call me Owen,” Corrects Owen.
Who is a guard with short blond hair. He is 6' feet tall, and strong.
“And the others are in the mead production house." says Owen
“Okay, thanks dude.” I reply
“Hi, guys.” I say
“Hi bro.” Says Clay, Otis’s younger brother.
He is a horrible singer, 5’6”, and has short dirty blonde hair.
“Hi dude.” says Colby. He is depressed. He has short dirty blonde hair, and always wears a baseball hat. He is insane, but still good friends with Otis.
“You guys got more mead?” I inquire
(AKA, mead is a type of alcohol.)
“Yes we do. Would you like some?” Colby offers.
“Yes please, I have another buyer and Clay says he will pay us a 100 dollars for 10 bottles.” I reply
“Cool!” replies Colby.
“I am also bringing Owen but I need some sleep first.” I say
“Hey guys, it is time to go to the trade.” I announce
“Okay here.” Colby says, “we need the money.”
“So you got the stuff.” Announces the mysterious bearded man named Joe Grindstone.
“Yes if you got the money," I reply.
“Yes I do.” Says Joe Grindstone.
“Okay, trade on three. one! two! three!” I say
Now the trade is done. Suddenly, I hear the police sirens coming.
“Owen come quick!” I yell.
With a bang Owen hits the ground dead.
“You ass wipe! I thought we had an agreement that no one brought a gun.” I yell.
“Well you said you would come alone!” Yells Joe Grindstone.
“Yes, I did. But the car was on the curb and Owen was near it. he was not in the meeting alley you dipstick!” I reply.
“Guys! Owens dead, and now we have three people to bury.” I say.
“Wait what!?” Replies everyone.
“Yeah, he’s dead. The guy shot him. But we got 1000 dollars that can go to the cost that is now 10036.5 dollars to bury them all.
At least we are at 8036.5 dollars, so we still need 2000 dollars,” I reply.
“Time to get back to production which is on the other side of the island or about a eighth of a mile." Announces Clay.
“You put the honey and yeast in some water and you shake it up♫,” Sings Clay
“Very funny Clay, and you forgot about letting sit out to ferment.” I say.
“I was getting to that Otis!” Jokes Clay.
“Oh, and I need 100 bottles in three weeks. While you do that, I will find out how to get revenge on Joe Grindstone.” I say.
“Okay, you go do that.” Says Clay lazily.
Hmm, I could make another deal with him, but that could be dangerous although I could use a fake name....
“WAIT THAT'S IT!!!” I say excitedly.
“What’s it?” Says Colby groggily.
“How to kill Joe Grindstone” I reply.
“Well, I don't think that was worth interrupting sleep for.” Says a groggy Colby. "I'm going back to sleep and you should sleep too, it is midnight.”
“Okay, but I have a plan!” I reply.
“Good for you. I am tired.” Replies Colby.
“Night.” I say.
Three weeks later
“We meet again Joe Grindstone.” I say.
“Ah, yes we do.” Replies Joe Grindstone.
“Well this time your dead.” I say quickly.
“Ohh really I wou...” With a bang Joe Grindstone is shot dead in the middle of his sentence.
“VICTORY! I have gotten vengeance for Owen.” I yell.
Wait a minute I should see what he has money wise.
“Victory again! 3000 dollars!” I say.
“We have enough money to do the funerals guys!"
“Finally!” replies Clay.
A week later
“We should get going.” I say.
“Okay let's go.” Answers Colby.
“We are here for the funerals for CeCe and Stephen Avenger along with Owen King.” Announces the pastor.
A half-hour later
“Finally it's over.” I say
“Freeze and put your hands up you are under arrest for possession and selling of illegal alcohol.” Yell the police.
“Fuck! They found us!” I say under my breath.
“I told you we should have buried them on the island!” Clay whispers to Otis.
“I wanted this to be professional Clay.” I reply.
“I know you did so I agreed,” Whispers clay.
“Is that the only reason?” I say.
“No, I wanted to see our parents funeral.” Whispers clay.
“Of course you did, and Colby was here because of Owen.” I reply.
“Stop talking and get in the cars you nimrods you are going to jail!” Yells the police.
“I know I know.” I say.
12 years later
“YES, FREEDOM AT LAST!!” I yell.
“Really come on I thought we weren't making a loud exit.” Points out Colby.
“You can't blame me. We were in there for twelve years, but the thing I am really happy about is that war is ending many days before we get out of prison.” I reply
“You really can’t,” Clay adds in.
“What to do now?” I say
“Something fun,” pitches Colby
“Yeah something fun,” I reply.
“We should visit the island first, we still had some stuff fermenting. It will probably be really strong now if it is still there.” pitches Clay.