"I know enough to know that friends don't knock their friends unconscious and steal their planes!" he spat at Long, furious.

Long didn't say anything. He was facing toward the ocean with his head resting on his knees that were pulled up to his chest.

"What the terra was that?! Huh?!" Rosen demanded, "You had me unconscious and a knife not to mention the weapons in the Juttle, why didn't you finish me off?" he spat, throwing the knife at Long's side.

Long didn't flinch as the knife sank into the water beside him. Neither did he answer.

Rosen stalked over to him, reached down to shove him over sideways into the water.

So Long fell, head staying under the water for a good while as he didn't push himself up.

Rosen let out a string of curses as he pulled Long's head up out of the water and shook him a little.

Long's body flopped around a little like a doll. He looked out of it, and the water hadn't woken him up as he stared off no where in particular.

Rosen stared at him for a long moment before sighing, muttering something about ungrateful boulders as he dragged Long out of the water and onto the beach.

Long didn't struggle too much, but he wasn't much help getting himself out of the water either.

Once Rosen had dragged Long up onto the beach, he checked to make sure no water had gotten inside Long's lungs.

Long was breathing fine. Nothing else seemed to be wrong with him either, but he was acting like he was nearly dead to the world.

Rosen cussed at him a little more before going back to the Juttle to get a towel.

By the time Rosen got back, Long was sitting in the water again.

So Rosen cussed at him once more before dragging him out of the water a second time.

It was the same as before, but this time he had gotten himself tangled up in some seaweed.

Rosen then cussed at himself for throwing away the knife before just letting Long sit in the water. "Fine!" he exclaimed, "We'll just sit in the water then," and plopped down into the water beside Long with a loud splash.

Long remained silent for a long time.

Rosen quickly got bored and began to amuse himself by whispering raunchy sexual profanities into Long's innocent ear.

Long didn't seem to notice for a good while. But as Rosen had to start getting really creative, Long slowly started to tug at the seaweed wrapped around him. He had a great deal more success than Rosen as he slowly untangled himself.

Rosen continued his endless stream of words.

Long didn't try to push Rosen away as he finished detangling himself. But when he was done, he stared at a piece of stringy seaweed leftover in his hand.

So Rosen reached over and splashed it out of his hand as he stopped speaking with a sigh.

Long blinked as he watched the piece of seaweed float away.

"Made up your mind yet?" Rosen asked as he stretched out.

Long slowly glanced over at Rosen, but his face was still blank.

"Have you figured out why you didn't kill me?" Rosen continued simply, face surprisingly calm.

Long stared at Rosen blankly for a few moments before slowly shaking his head and going back to staring at the ocean.

"Well, when you figure it out, let me know," Rosen replied before standing and walking back to the towel. He was thankful night wasn't a ways off as he stripped off his shirt and laid out in the sun.

So as Rosen laid in the sun, Long wadded in the water. After some more time passed he started to walk around in the water. Then after some more time he started sifting through the water, looking for something.

"The knife's back that way," he informed Long, pointing slightly to the right without opening his eyes. He was laying on his stomach now, tanning his back.

Long got that way. And after a few minutes later. Long slowly came back to shore with his arms full of seaweed. He didn't make it too far back up the shore though. He seemed to be having some trouble with James' giant baggy jeans.

Rosen peered at Long through squinting eyes, "Just take the pants off," he stated.

Long seemed very reluctant to as he made his way back up the shore. Very. Slowly.

Rosen let him do what he wanted as he turned over onto his back to tan his front. He'd stripped down to his underpants again.

Long put down the seaweed before slowly making his way over to Rosen and taking the towel from him. After wrapping it tightly around his waist he finally carefully took the jeans off.

Rosen stared blankly at Long, "Really?" he asked with a shake of his head, very tempted to pull the towel off.

As soon as the pants were off, Long quickly put distance between himself and Rosen. He was much lighter on his feet now as he went back to his pile of seaweed.

Rosen rolled his eyes a little, "Seriously, even if I did try something you'd have no problem stopping me," he muttered as he watched Long play with his seaweed.

For awhile, it looked like Long had a specific purpose for the seaweed. But after a long time it started looking less likely that he knew what he was doing.