“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I look at Simon like he’d grown another head. “You took us on a fucking treasure hunt on a God forsaken island in the middle of nowhere and you didn’t remember to fill the back-up can?”

The asshole frowns and waves his hands. “The fuck you yelling at me for? I thought you filled it!”

I groan, frustrated and already feeling the fear seeping into my body. Raking my fingers through my hair, I sigh and valiantly try to keep calm and not beat the hell out of Simon.

“Why the fuck didn’t you check it before we left?” I mutter, without looking at him. Instead I look across the vast immensity of the ocean, which seems a lot bigger now that we’re out of fuel.

“It’s your boat, Brian!” He stares at me incredulously.

“Yeah, but you already knew I had no fucking clue on how to drive it. You’re the one that has to drive the shit.”

Simon makes an irritated noise and throws a long glance at the ocean, too. We’ve been floating aimlessly for almost an hour now. Both of us can see the small island straight ahead, but we can’t be sure we’re gonna end up there. However, there might be more islands around.

“Pointing fingers is useless now,” he says. “We have to start looking for solutions.”

I snort. “Right. Does your cell phone have any signal, ‘cause I’m pretty sure mine hasn’t.”

“No good sailor relies on a cell phone for safety. There should be a radio around here somewhere.”

He turns on his heel in a circle, searching the deck, then looks at me. I shrug. The boat belongs to my parents. My dad usually drives it, and since I had no interest in learning how to deal with it, although I know it couldn’t be much different than a car, he instead taught my best friend, Simon, how to drive it. Simon always had a strange fascination with the ocean. In fact he’s studying to become a marine biologist, and Dad eagerly offered to help with anything he needed for practice or for his studies.

“You search for it here. I’ll go look downstairs.”

“Fine,” I mumble. “Is it any different than a normal radio?”

Simon makes a face. “Not necessarily. What the hell, Brian, I know you don’t like driving the boat, but you do know what a damn radio looks like!”

I raise my hands taking a step back. “I know what a radio looks like. I just wanted to make sure, all right? Jesus!”

Though the fear is still there, the irritation feels bigger. I watch Simon go below deck, secretly admiring his ass. I’ve known him since I was three, but my obsession with his ass started later when we were both teens. At that time I got a little scared thinking that maybe I was gay, but then I discovered girls and that confusion faded away very quickly. In spite of that, the obsession remained. I’ve gotten used to it, and since I’ve never checked out any other man’s ass, I consider it a crazy fetish.