Lacy turned on the ignition in her car and pulled out of the driveway. As she proceeded up the battery and over to the marina where her fleet of shrimp boats sat, she admired the view of the lights shimmering out in Charleston Harbor. The harbor looked peaceful and calm in the humid night air. She felt at peace as she pulled her car into the marina and drove down toward the docks.
She had practically grown up on these docks; her dad had taken her on the boats since she was just a baby. She maneuvered her car right down beside one of the boats. She pressed the trunk button, got out of the car, and went to fetch what was waiting inside.
Rob's body had not shifted very much on the way down to the docks. She was thankful for this, because he was still right next to the ledge of the car. He had been a bitch to load into the car, hopefully getting him out would be a lot easier.
She started with his shoulders and grabbed some of the plastic from the garbage bags he was still wrapped up in. His upper body was much heavier than his lower body so dragging his feet was going to be much easier. She was glad she was still taking "Pumping Iron" classes at the Y.
She finally got his body out of the car and drug it onto the first boat, "The Gogetter." Lacy flopped Rob's corpse down onto the deck; she then went into the cabin and started the engine.
What a beautiful night for a sail. I hope the sharks are hungry.
As she eased the boat out of the dock, she remembered something her mom had told her just days before she passed away.
"Lacy, you're going to run this business someday for your father. Just make sure no man ever hurts you or takes advantage of you. If they try, you just kill them with your good looks and southern charm."
That's exactly what Lacy did. She was a killer southern belle.
The boat was cruising at about seven knots on its way out into the Atlantic. She walked out on the deck and pulled part of Rob's body out of the trash bags in which she had wrapped him up. She rolled the body over to the edge of the boat and let the blood from his head fall in the water. The blood began dripping steadily from the hole between Rob's eyes.
Soon this water will be swimming with sharks.
Lacy went back into the cabin and brought the boat to a halt. She took some pieces of shrimp which had been left on the boat and started tossing them into the water.
This chum should attract the sharks even more.
Within ten minutes, sharks were circling around the boat, especially near the spot where Rob's head was still gushing blood. His hands had already been nibbled on by the beasts as they were skimming along the surface of the water. She uncovered the rest of his body and dumped him into the middle of the shark infested ocean.
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Lacy lowered the emergency row boat into the water and climbed in. She pushed away from the shrimp boat and began rowing ashore. Now she was bleeding badly. Her legs were gnashed and gnawed from what appeared to be shark bites.
As she crawled into the row boat she had let the sharks nibble at her legs. Luckily, the smaller sharks had arrived first, and there was no way they could have done too much damage. Her legs looked as if she had shaved with a jagged edge razor. She knew this was going to suffice for her scheme.
The shrimp boat's motor had been made to look like it wouldn't work. Lacy had taken out the starting mechanism and placed it in Rob's pants. Her plan was coming together perfectly. It would look as if Rob had taken her out on one of her shrimp boars, tried to do some business with her, and made the motor stop working so they were stranded. That's when Rob had suggested they go skinny dipping in the ocean. Then the sharks had shown up and Rob had sacrificed himself to save Lacy.
She knew her plan would work. It had to. Her plans had always worked, always. There was not one thing she had ever failed to do when she put her mind to it, and this was definitely not going to be an exception.
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