<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S8nWEwDHoLo/VuctPJcFklI/AAAAAAAAZzE/LH_CQD1cWsM-36_em_H4CNSfKPtAAs7xg/s1600/tumblr_napkpgrAjV1qb647qo4_1280.jpg)<br/></div>By the time that Arlene returned to the main deck, Jim had dragged the anchor back on board.  The river had taken them further downstream, and Jim had been dutifully guiding the riverboat from running aground with a long pole.  It wasn't arduous work, but it required a great deal of focus.  He also didn't want the riverboat to take the stream sideways.  Flipping the riverboat might have been a cool sight to behold, but he didn't want to be on board when that happened.<br/><br/>"That's some good loot," Jim replied, focusing his gaze on something floating in the water.  The non-potable water that Lucas and Arlene found could be made potable with water capsules.  And the Jerky...  Jim took the jerky, looked down at it, and then stored it in one of his pouches.  You couldn't be Army and not love jerky.   "I'm really happy I didn't shoot you in the face when I saw you yesterday, Arlene.  I love jerky.  Thanks."  Suddenly, Jim fell unto his knees, reached over the side of the deck, and pulled up a corpse of a middle-aged African American male.  The corpse was bloated and reeked of death.  Jim inspected the corpse's palms and the inside of his mouth, which were purplish.<br/><br/>"Drowned," Jim said.   "... and recently."<br/><br/>Jim looked over the corpse.  He wished that things weren't the way that they were.  He wished that seeing dead folks wasn't a common sight.  He wished that there was something he could do for the man.  But there really wasn't anything he could do for him.  Jim didn't even have a shovel to bury him properly.  He took a deep breath and began searching him.  Jim found a thick size-36 brown belt with a belt buckle, which he took.  Jim also cut off the corpse's pant legs since his trousers were threadbare and probably unusable.  He searched the corpse's pockets and discovered a book of half-burnt matches and a metal toothpick.  He didn't take either of them.  He also found a pack of water-logged cigarettes in the man's shirt pocket.<br/><br/>Jim then sat back on the deck, looking incredulously at the corpse.<br/><br/>"Is everything all right, Arlene?" Jim asked.   "With you, I mean?  You seem...  I don't know.  I'm worried that you might feel a bit worried...?  You know, about your safety.  With us.  It's like you're trying to walk on egg shells around us."<br/><br/>Jim had misapprehended Arlene's lust for fear.