Donner, Party Of Three...

“Are you guys fucking kidding me?”

Harry didn’t see the humor in any of this. They had less than two hours of daylight left and no shelter for the night. That was bad. Sure, they had the fire, but what was going to keep that going once the rains picked up again? It was bad enough that the storm had tossed them here, trashing the boat, but to be stuck on this godforsaken island with tweedle dum and tweedle dumbass made Harry contemplate just eating them now. After all, that is certainly what it would come to. Eventually. Harry grinned.

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