"What's the term they use in London when they're pissed? Bloody hell?" Willow asked, leaning over the side of the rocking boat. Her face, which was paler than usual, reflected the effect the large waves were having on the craft.
"Well, ya know what they say Chief! It's not the size of the prize, but the motion of the ocean!" hooted Buffy from the crow's nest. Her chuckles reached Willow who groaned. Tara's slender, tan hand held the Willow's fiery red hair out of her face while the police woman regurgitated her breakfast.
Although the start of the journey had been rather harsh, what with Buffy being so crude and Willow realizing she easily became seasick, the afternoon looked bright and warm. Hopefully, thought Tara, the waves would die down a bit, allowing Willow to regain her composer. The salty morning air greeted them when they boarded Mr. Pointy, the name of Buffy's boat, making the realization of what was about to come more intense.
"Why don't you be useful and tell me where some seasick pills are?" Tara shouted, trying to steady her frustration at the captain.
With a terse 'yeah', Buffy repelled languidly down the crow's nest, landing with the thud of her tick boots. Disappearing into the kitchenette for a minute or two, she reappeared carrying a bottle and a glass of water. Buffy approached Willow, barring the pills.
"Here ya go Chief, I hope these help. Take two of 'em and maybe you and Blondie here can play Doctor in the mornin'," Buffy jousted, letting a smirk tug at the corners of her mouth. Tara, less than amused, rolled her eyes without response to Buffy's sexual innuendo.
As the blunt captain turned to head back into the inside o the cabin, a thought occurred to her.
"Listen here, Blondie, there's some chum in the lower deck. This bitch won't pop in til we bribe her. Let's give her a reason to bite," Buffy nodded, walking into the cabin of the boat.
Willow's head swiveled around quickly at the word "bite". Her mouth agape, she realized that spinning her head just made the entire sickness worse. Wincing, the redhead swaggered her way to a chair on the deck. Tara appeared from the lower deck with a rather large, heavy looking bucket. Willow squinted against the sun to try and see the contents of the foul smelling container.
Getting a waft of the pungent contents, Willow headed over the side of the boat rapidly. After regurgitating the leftovers, the police chief looked back at the bucket, which Tara hid from the redhead's sight.
"No way baby, you aren't going to mess up your stomach again by looking at this shit," Tara commanded, using a ladle to scoop out the chum contents. Willow took her place at the chair again.
"Will you at least explain to me what the hell chum is?" inquired Willow, looking slightly irritated. She slumped against the back of her chair.
"Chum," sighed the golden-haired goddess, "is a mixture of fish parts, guts, and blood. It attracts sharks like bees to honey." She finished up by tossing another scoop of chum over the side of the boat.
Buffy emerged out of the cabin holding a fishing rod and carrying a tackle box. Her camouflage hat shadowed her face as she sauntered to the back of the boat. Strapping herself up to the fishing chair, she hooked a fish up to the end. Retrieving her pocket knife, Buffy cut the flapping animal five times along its back. The cuts, not deep enough to kill the fish, only drew blood. Buffy cast the fish out into the open ocean.
"Now what?" Willow mumbled, smiling slightly as Tara hugged her from behind.
"Now Chief, we wait for the bitch to nibble," Buffy answered, retracting in her chair.
A few hours passed by, but nothing really happened. Buffy was able to catch a nicely sized hammerhead shark that only caused ripples in the water. However there was no sign of the Megaladon. As the gleaming sun faded off the light blue sky, the low hum of Buffy's voice dispersed through the air quietly.
"She put him out,
Buffy pulled out a cigarette and lit the end anxiously. Tara, now lying on Willow's lap in the chair, scrunched her nose at the nicotine filled air. Buffy lightly chuckled.
"Hey Summers, you have to sing something so damn depressing?" questioned Willow, noticing her girlfriend tensing up.
Buffy glared at Willow, but her demeanor changed to a more playful one. The contours of her face lit up, like a spider whose prey just fell into her web.
"I can make anybody pretty
Willow smiled to herself, recognizing the tune. To Buffy and Tara's surprise, another low signing voice ruptured.
"I got blamed at your wedding reception
This time Buffy and Tara joined Willow in the chorus.
"Cause since the day I left Milwaukee
The disrupted ocean air fell silent once more as the song ended. The darkness made Willow especially nervous, as she was not accustomed to being on the water at such hours. Tara gently rubbed the redhead's neck to sooth her.
Finally Buffy unstrapped herself from the chair and stood up.
"Let's go ahead and get some rest. We'll find her tomorrow," the rouge captain ordered, reeling in the line. Just as Willow and Tara stood up, they heard a scream from Buffy as she was yanked off her feet and onto the side of the boat.
Willow and Tara both rushed to the side to help Buffy from going over board. From the weak lights of the cabin, Willow spotted a fin slicing through the water towards them.
With a harder yank back, Willow, Tara, and Buffy fell on the back deck. They all gasped for air as the shark banged the back of the boat. Buffy scurried into the kitchenette, coming back with a flashlight.
She directed the light to the spot where the shark rammed the boat.
"No holes," sighed Buffy, moving to the side of the boat to look into the murky water. "No shark."
Willow held a now shaking Tara, fearfully looking at Buffy.
"She'll be alright Chief-it's just shock. Let her process it, than let her get some sleep," ordered Buffy as she brushed past them into the cabins herself.
Willow nodded dumbly a good ten seconds after Buffy's departure. The redhead looked at Tara, whose eyes were filled to the brim with unshed tears.
"Baby, baby, shh. It's alright, ok? It's me, and I've got you. Let's get off this damn deck," Willow spoke, controlling her own shakiness. With that, the police chief led her marine biologist into the cabin of the boat, not looking back to see the water ripple with the splash of a thick tail.