No explanation

[Lessien Melwasul]

~Location: The South Pacific~

[Lessien Melwasul]

~What would you do with two million fucking liquid cash? Impress your friends? Buy some friends first? Roll back in to some other dead end town and pretend like you ever mattered? Pretend you matter even more now? Start a wrestling fed, which is actually a combination of everything just said. Or would you disappear off the face of the planet? A one way ticket the fuck out of there.~

~Well that's exactly what one woman did, and if you think she blew all 2 million of that asshole's cash on a tee pee in the middle of the South Pacific. Well, then you should just stay there. Because there is exactly where people like that belong. No, she was liquid and she was unobtainable, just like she always was. Only to make matters worse, now you needed a good ship Lollipop to sail your sweet ass on to even get close to her.~

~Nautical.~

~Not even fucking worried about that, grilling oysters on a wooden deck with nothing but the low waves to keep her grounded. Sucking the meat from the shell with a loud slurp that would've reminded some virgin one week removed of their first oral exam. 'The best I ever had!' The fucking only. She tossed the shell into the water bone dry. Oh they'd just making fucking more. What else did the Ocean have to do besides keep her stomach full and her skin

tight.~

~It brought her what she wanted, Konani brought the rest. Anything else was a million fucking miles away, and everyone already knew she was the only one that traveled that speed.~

~A million miles an hour rushing by.~

[Lessien Melwasul]

Bora Bora -- Weather Station --- to Farm 23. Farm --- 23. Come in farm 23.

~A twenty year old radio squawked with static from one of the four small rooms inside. A sour look crossed her face before she tossed another gutted shell into ocean and turned on her bare heels.~

Farm 23. Farm---

Farm 23.

~Her thumb rested on the send switch. Farm 23 was the name of her place, but there weren't actually 23 farms. Most had been abandoned, others had been destroyed by storms. She didn't know the exact number because she couldn't care less. But the one thing, the only fucking thing she had learned in Detroit was not to bother to give anything a fucking name.~

~Experience is the name everyone gives to their mistakes.~

~She ground her teeth just a little with that thought.~

We --- have --- weather charted --- your area --- roll--- tonight. Be advised--- high waves and winds.

~Her thumb slid full on to the reply.~

Serenity is not freedom from the storm, but peace amid the storm.

Say again ---- 23.

~She rarely said things twice, tapping a cigarette free from the red and white pack. There had always been a fucking "storm coming" or a "heavy rain" or a fucking endless gloom. That's one of the reasons she was out here. But not even she could escape this monotonous cycle.~

Where the fuck is that girl?

~Konani was late, but only because she was running out of cigarettes and now they had shit to do.~

[Lessien Melwasul]

~A band of dark clouds joined with the setting sun, most would have found it beautiful. The mix of colors and the play of light off of dark didn't even register as she kicked the Hibachi over, emptying the

hot

spent

coals into the Ocean with a hiss of instant rejection.~

Once more the engine of her thoughts began.

~She was the first to hear it.~

~She was the first to react to it. Turning her head to the pathetic sputtering of the two stroke engine they had salvaged off a beach 10 miles to the West.~

About

fucking

time.

~She tapped the last cigarette out of the pack and crumpled it tight in her fist before tossing it in a paint stained bucket in the corner. Topless, as usual, she grabbed an over sized fishing vest and threw her arms through the holes with the tobacco dangling from her lips. The canvas draped just enough over her skin that she didn't even need to button it. She just walked on down the wooden steps to the make shift dock. The engine's pathetic wheeze growing close with the smell of spent oil. The dock rocked with waves, that would continue to grow with each passing hour.~

[Lessien Melwasul]

~The piece of shit boat coughed up to the make shift dock, loaded down with the run to main land. Mail, three wooden crates of food, 7 cartons of cigarettes, and a half cafe of bourbon.~

Fucking paradise.

~She stopped the boat with her bare foot.~

~She caught the rope Konani tossed, and tied it with a strong knot.~

I dropped a tear in the ocean, and whenever they find it I'll stop loving you, only then.

She means, she thought you were fucking dead.

~She watched Konani from behind the

thick

black

lenses.~

'Ia ora na 'oe

~They never understood a word she said.~

~Later, when the goods were stored and the storm was rolling the world. She would look through the mail, and remain blissfully unaware. There wasn't shit from Chicago. There wasn't a letter head with three carefully selected initials anywhere. Wrestling was dead to her, and the thousand

fucking

ghosts

could only pray that it would stay that way.~

[Lessien Melwasul]

Enough of this Snow White shit.

~Betty kicked the last of the debris from the deck, while Konani did the roof. It was another beautiful day in paradise. The storm had passed. No one died. Nothing was destroyed. No one magically appeared between lightening strikes. There was no ominous message of foreboding. It was just a fucking storm.~

~Alice looked down in the water, lost in thoughts. Thoughts that annoyed the fuck out of Betty.~

~Betty was financially secure and sexually satisfied, and nothing was going to get in the way of that.~

Desire is the starting point of all.

~Betty laughed with a snarl.~

You think quoting Napoleon Hill is going to fucking reach me, Alice. He's a dead fucking writer. I'm the fucking pirate Queen of the South.

~Betty takes a long drag from the Lucky Strike, releasing a dragon's tail of toxic smoke.~

Nothing is moving us from here. Nothing! Not Mark Fucking Twain himself! Deal with it, Alice.

~Alice looked up at Konani.~

That's right, Sweet Alice, look at your pretty little pet.

~Alice did. But unlike Betty she knew this was all going to end. Alice's intuition never lied. Betty was going to be super pissed. Alice smiled that Cheshire smile.~