My very, very long flavour text.
Sens ran around protesting his innocence, cursing Tanarin for getting drunk, and promptly sending all the alcohol overboard to ensure it wouldn’t happen again. He suspiciously eyed everyone, especially those who stared at him more then a few seconds. Suffice to say, he had gotten his fair share of booze before he had dumped it overboard.
Zilla was a woman with a plan, but it didn’t seem like she could concentrate long enough to get it out.
BSG, it seemed, had awaken from her sleep and was promptly banging her head into a wall. It seemed she was suffering from a mild hangover.
It seemed the sounds of BSG banging her head set Zilla back into reality, announcing that whatever brilliant plan she would be scrapped, and instead decided to near the rail of the ship, looking at the icy water below. “I’m jumping in!”
Sens, still a little boggy from all the alcohol he had consumed, wilts fully gave her a push. “Sounds good to me, darlin’.” He hiccupped.
However, Zilla didn’t really like being pushed, not before she still had to contemplate the meaning of life. So, instead she shoved Sens back, which got him out of his drunken stupor.
BSG continued to bang her head against the wall, beginning to spout out mathematical equations and Nietzsche quotes.
Zilla and Sens continued to push each other for some time, and Zilla finally pointed an accusing finger at… Yorgi! “She’s your lover, isn’t she? I bet she is! She’s the other woman, isn’t she?” She yelled angrily, taking off her wedding band and throwing it on the ground. Alas, perhaps the happy newlywed couple weren’t quite as happy as they seemed.
Yorgi stood quietly in between them. “Really, you think it’s me? Not anybody else?” She said softly.
Zilla thought for a moment, then pointed at BSG at first, but watching her continue to head butt the solid metal wall she then pointed at Tanarin.
Yorgi, for apparently no reason at all decided to trip BSG and then help her back up moments later, and she began to run around the deck, letting Sens and Zilla continue to bicker. Yorgi looked at Sens, biting her lip for just a moment before giving Zilla a shove, and before she could protest, BSG head butted her right into the water.
They all looked at each other with harrowed looks, unsure whether the killers were still among them.
Then from out of the blue popped in Tanarin, “Dear, where are you?” He asked, leaning over the rail to look. “Oh, what are you doing over down there? What about our candlelight dinner? I made it special, just for you!” He whined, jumping in after her.
Sens scratched his head, unsure of what to make of this scene. It seemed his marriage hadn’t lasted very long. Perhaps it had been on thin ice all along.
“But we can be together now.” A voice piped in – Yorgi, who had picked up Zilla’s discarded wedding band and placed it on her own finger. “BSG, will you marry us?”
BSG stood silent, seemingly staring blankly at something in the distance.
“BSG! You’re not going to ruin this marvelously romantic moment!” Yorgi said in a raised tone, which at the very least got her to turn around.
“You do know we’re heading towards an iceberg, right?” She asked, pointing at the huge chunk of ice that they were approaching.
“Didn’t we throw our captain overboard?” Sens said, looking out into the distance, seeing him looking a little… pale, to say the least.
Nonetheless, BSG married the happy couple who spent their last moments watching the sun set, having a picnic on deck – eating the food that Tanarin had prepared for his lover.
Zilla and Tanarin.
Lovers
die in each other's arms.
BSG, Yorgi and Sens,
Vanilla Townies,
... get to see the sun set.
