Harker and the sailor stared at each other for some time. The sailor groaned and wobbled his head slightly. Harker looked at him, his face filled with melancholy. Finally, Harker spoke, "You see, sir...the second I saw you, I knew...I knew I saw someone special." The sailor responded with a grunt. Harker smiled and went closer to him. "You see...your eyes, your tough old skin, your clothes, the smell of roughness, and that beard," he stroked the man's beard, his lips hovering over the sailor's. "The second I saw you...I knew I had to have you," he kissed his lips, stroking the sailor's beard, and his hands went to his chest. He sat on his lap and aggressively kissed him. The sailor's eyes widened; he grabbed Harker by his waist and bit the man's lip, then licked it; they kissed passionately.
"Hey, we have anymore al-," Brody walked in. "Can't you keep it in your pants, jerkoff!?" Harker took a knife and slit the sailor's throat. He choked on his own blood, his hand holding his throat, his beard soaking in red. The blood dripped down; Brody's eyes and mouth were wide as he walked back. "What did you just do?"
Harker smiled as he stood up, "You see, there was never any shark. I killed the woman on the beach; hell, I killed a lot of people. I've been doing it for 6 years but the police are looking for a pattern and I kill randomly, so that's how I was never caught." Brody nearly fell down while going up the stairs, "Why me!? Why do you want to kill me!?"
Harker grinned, "I just told you I kill randomly." Harker took a gasoline tank, poured it on the wooden ship, and lit a lighter. Brody ran outside, he screamed, they were in the middle of the ocean, there was just black in front of him.
"NO, NO, GOD, NO, NO," Brody began to cry and sank to his knees. Harker exited the cabin; the ship was burning. Harker took out a gun and aimed it at Brody. "W-wait...is that my gun?"
Harker nodded. "It was easy to steal it."
"Oh," said Brody; he wiped his tears. "Well, my gun is only for show; I never carry bullets."
Harker stood there, the sound and smell of burning wood behind him. Harker's hand shook; he gripped the gun before he threw it at Brody. Brody tried to catch it; it slipped from his hand. He clumsily tried to grab it on the floor, but it kept slipping. Finally, he got it in his hands, and he shot Harker in the balls.
Harker screamed and fell to his knees. Brody pointed the gun at him, "Idiot, if the police have yet to catch you, then no wonder they're so useless." He put a bullet between Harker's eyes.
The ship was engulfed in yellow fire. Brody knew there was no hope; he jumped into the water. The water was cold, barely bearable; he swam as far away from the ship as he could. His muscles already got tired; it was pure blackness; the half moon was the only source of light. Brody didn't know where to go; every angle looked the same; the only things he could hear were the burning ship sinking and the sound of the water as he swam.
Brody stopped and looked around himself once again; the ship was gone, but everything was still black. "HEY, ANYONE THERE? HEY!" Just how much further was land? His muscles ached as he continued to swim in one direction. There was no sign of land.
Brody stopped to catch his breath, his body shivering.
He was pulled underwater.