A Long Time Between Beers

As Bill was pulled through space I leaned to look below him. I searched frantically before I found the Lazy, with the dinghy still on her bow, a speck of color lost in the mass of whitecaps. How had the plane ever found us?

The boom was pulled in, the door closed and we were away. One of the five-man crew handed me a glass of water.

"Sip it slowly," he yelled. "Are you hurt?"

Bill shouted, "We didn't even get seasick."

"Dehydrated?"

"Not badly anymore. What else have you got to drink?"

"Well, orange juice." I don't think the fellow knew what to do. He probably thought he should force us to rest, cover us with blankets.

"We're O.K.," I yelled. "We really are. We built a still. We've been drinking fresh water."

"Marv did it," Bill shouted.

Someone handed him a quart can of orange juice.