bang bang bang. duckie’s fist pounded on cam’s cabin room door and she leaned in close to the peephole to shout, “open up, it’s the police!” as discreetly as she could while maintaining her stupid joke. why someone with her australian accent would have jurisdiction on the high seas, duckie had no clue. certainly, no cop would ever be caught with a quarter ounce of psilocybin mushrooms in her pocket, but if anyone knew that duckie’s jokes didn’t hold up to logic – and more importantly that she preferred them not to make much sense – it was the one and only cam lozano (how duckie regularly referred to her friend, both mentally and outwardly). “come out with your hands up!” she added, unable to stop herself from laughing. “come on, i’ve got two doses of mushrooms and i need to get rid of them before our next stop,” she stage whispered into the door jamb.