waterlogged

"Smeggin' hell!" Dirk huffed as he and the rest of the MIA Dwarfers
swam back to the ship. "My arms are beginning to feel like
Jell-O(tm)!" The rest weren't doing much better. Mike and Kayn were
tiring from having to assist White Wolf for most of the swim. Dren,
being a chain smoker, was on the verge of drowning. Allie's light bee
was in the plastic bag tucked in Dirk's belt and was beginning to chafe.
"It's at least another two miles away," Kayn said. "It doesn't look
that way just because it's so smegging big." Everyone was beginning
to feel really down. They had come so far, through so much, only to
be stopped by a six mile swim to a possibly doomed ship. Dirk was
really beginning to get depressed. Usually, things like this didn't
bother him; but he was tired and cranky.
"To hell with it," he said as he stopped swimming and sank into the
sea. He body became limp as it fell to the ocean floor. White Wolf
stuck out a paw to try and grab one of Dirk's hands, but missed. The
scientist soon sank out of the sunlight and into the cold darkness of
the water.
"He'll be back," Dren managed to say.
"Why do you always have to give up?" The annoying voice in his head
returned. "You're put up against the wall and you just throw your
hands into the air in surrender."
"I don't always surrender, smeghead! I've fought my share of battles!
This one's a lost cause! Even if we make back to the Blue Dwarf,
what then? Be captured, AGAIN?! Face it. We're stuck on an alien
planet with no hope or way of getting a ship the size of a city off
the surface. We're screwed with a capital F. Just let me be. Just
let me be." Dirk was tired of fighting with a voice that no one else
could hear. He was tired of fighting, period.
"If you've really give up hope, exhale," the voice retorted.
His body finally hit bottom, apparently he had come to a reef in the
ocean floor. As his body folded over the coral like a paper doll,
Dirk's hand hit something that felt kind of odd for a coral reef. It
was a metal object of some kind. The sunlight did not reach far
enough into the water for him to see the object, or anything else for
that matter. Dirk pulled out a small electric torch used for repairs
on space walks out of his jacket underneath his wetsuit. The beam lit
up a small craft crashed on the reef. It was obviously Enriam by
design and resembled a large jet ski with a joy stick instead of
handle bars.
On the suface of the water, the rest were discussing what they should
do. "I don't think he is coming back, Dren. One us should go after
him," Mike said.
"NOT IT!" yelled Dren in a kindergarten fashion.
Kayn began to speak, "Someone needs to try and..."
"NOT IT!"
"Well," White Wolf spoke, "if Mr. Bell has decided to leave the crew
as well as the living, he should at least of given someone Allie's
light bee. Now we have to go and get it..."
"NOT IT!"
The water beside the group began to bubble violently. Out of the
white foam burst forth Dirk on the Enriam boat he had found on the
reef. "Told you he'd be back," said Dren.
"Look what I've found!" Dirk called out. "It's got low milage and a
cup holder!"
OOC-anyone want to take it from here?