"What all do you think is down there?" Ed queried curiously as she hung her head over the edge of the ship and let her chin rest against the salt-sprayed hull.
Jet eyed her with some measure of amusement dancing in his gaze. Discussions with Ed were endlessly insightful, often bewildering, and always a good way to pass the time.
"What do you think is down there?" He threw the question right back.
They were drifting aimlessly on the Great Ganymedian Sea which meant he knew plenty about the marine life below. Much more interesting, undoubtedly, was whatever her mind could come up with.
"Sea monsters." She immediately responded. "Leviathans with looping tails leagues in length! Big bellied beasties with bulbous fins so it floats underwater like a bobber!"
Jet chuckled. "You're in an alliterative mood, eh?"
"Faye's funky flotsam!" Ed continued with delight.
That one turned his chuckle into a noise of confusion instead. "Huh?"
Giggling, Ed drew herself up into a sitting position with her legs dangling over. She pointed at the offensive bit of nastiness moving atop the waves. "Technically it would be considered jetsam." She added. "Faye-Faye is a ship in distress, but her chum may draw the fishies to the hook!"
Spike, whose stomach so often seemed made of iron, made a face. "I don't think I want to eat a fish that fed on Faye's vomit." He stood with his fishing pole to move to the other side of the ship to try his luck over there.
"I told you not to drink so much!" Jet hollered over his shoulder.
A piteous moan reached their ears from the figure sprawled further back on the deck, though she was draped perilously close to the edge. Ein, who had been laying in concern at her side, scrambled to his paws and darted away when Faye made to blindly swat at the dog.
"You yelled at me to leave your booze alone!" She shot back weakly. "Nothing about taking it easy! And now you set your damn dog to fart right next to me?!" She rose up enough to contort into a painful looking lump as she threw up again.
Jet rolled his eyes. "Leaving my damn booze alone would've kept her from a hangover." He muttered.
Ed chortled, gathering Ein into her arms when he got close enough to her.
"Faye-Faye also snuck into the super secret hidden food stash down down down in the bowels of the ship..." Ed revealed.
Frowning, Jet thought about her words and realized he had no idea what she was referring to so he told her as much.
"Spike-person snuck a picnic basket aboard weeks and weeks and weeks ago! Said he was gonna hide the goods in the freezer after everyone went to bed. Got into his cups with Faye-Faye instead and forgot!"
Jet sighed. "Have you learned nothing from that lobster mistake?" He asked of the other man.
"Faye's fault for not considering how perishable some of that shit was." The lanky man replied breezily.
"Perhaps the pieces will mutate into new life in the sea!" Ed gasped. "A monstrous conglomeration of moldy rotten chunky monkey bile and â"
"Enough, Ed!" Jet ordered, feeling slightly ill himself at her description.
Ed laughed. "Still waters run deep, deep waters run deeper... Annnnnd puke doesn't sink! Not drawing in fishes most delicious but looky-look! Gulls wanna gobble it up! Let's hunt some birds for dinner!" And she set Ein down to jump to her feet and dash off, presumably for a slingshot or something to accomplish her hunting quest.
"Well, maybe she'll have more luck than me." Spike muttered. "Wanna take a cast?"
Jet accepted the pole and the task. "Don't shoot the birds, Spike."
"Wasn't gonna. Faye fell in, figured someone should probably pull her out." And he ambled away towards the empty space where Faye had been.
"Oh jeez..." Jet sweatdropped.