Talk to me, sleep.

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We weren't supposed to take the boat out after dark, and we really weren't supposed

to take the boat out joy-writing after sundown, with a cooler full of beer.

It's a shame that Jody and I didn't follow the rules.

If we hadn't gone out last night, a lot of people would still be alive.

Myself included.

I don't have a lot of time to post this.

I can already hear them trying to get in the door.

If anybody receives this, if anyone believes me, share my story.

Don't let this die with me.

This all started when Jody spotted that damn black box floating on the ocean.

Move the spotlight a little to port, Jim.

Jody called out.

I think I see something in the water.

Jody was leaning over the side of our little speedboat.

Well, it was technically the oil rigs speedboat, used mainly for scouting sites.

But that night, we were taking it for a spin off the clock.

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