“I think we might have to just cut our losses, Blaine,” admitted Sam, hand moving to place over his heart. He picked his water bottle up after and poured a little out on the beach. “It was a good boat, or at least it looked like a good one.” He was pretty sure there was no salvaging the ship, unless they put a whole lot of elbow grease and then some. “You don’t think we really gotta fix these up too with everything else?” Blond head tilting to the side, he pursed his lips as he looked it over.
“Maybe if we…” He trailed off with a shrug, not knowing how to finish. “Made a deal with Satan? Vic found a ouija board, but I refuse to be that dude in a horror movie so, we gotta find a better idea that won’t lead to us all being murdered.” Sam knelt down by the boat, hand running over the wood as he wondered how it got to be this bad. Was it just plain neglect or something else? “Maybe there’s something in the boathouse that could help?” He glanced over at it, lips pursed.
Blaine knew he was on the wrong end of the ‘We can save him!’ side of things in this one. But just like those medical dramas were there’s some guy refusing to give up until they dramatically pull him away from the body that is long since gone? He shoved his brows together in a grimace of determined defiance and stared down at the new bucket of sealer he opened like it had some magical cure inside that might fix the unfixable. “No. We don’t have to fix them up. I think they aren’t even concerned about these boats because people will probably bring their own. Or we can get new paddle boats. Whatever. That’s not the point. I was hoping we could save this one to use it. For us? Give people something else to do, you know?”
A blank stare greeted the pact with the devil idea. Where in the heck did Victor find a Ouija board? “You better not tell Sebastian that. He already thinks Victor is a Satanist that’s going to kill us all. If he knows he has one of those and is saying he found it? I’m not going to hear the end of why I need to stop talking to him before he ends up sacrificing me. Again.” There was the spirit! Blaine’s expression turned hopeful as he shot a pointed finger towards Sam, “Now that’s the spirit!” The extended digit popped back towards his palm so he could jut his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the boathouse. “Let’s go check it out?”
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