Arthur headed straight to the gritty local tavern down by the shipyards and found exactly who he was looking for: Old Man Jenkins and ‘Salty’ Pete. They were two of the toughest, most stubborn commercial fishermen on the entire island, and they were hurting just as badly from the viral invasion.
He bought a round of cheap beers, pulled their chairs close together in a dark corner, and laid out his entirely legal, highly tactical plan. When he finished explaining the brilliant strategy, Pete let out a booming, raspy laugh that shook the heavy wooden table, and Jenkins simply nodded with a wicked, missing-tooth grin.
The three angry men spent the next three hours carefully sketching out a meticulous, synchronized operation on the back of damp beverage napkins. They pooled what little cash they had left for extremely specific supplies and agreed to meet at the commercial docks at exactly 4:00 AM.
The entitled influencers thought they loved the rugged harbor lifestyle, but they were about to experience the full, horrifying reality of it.