"This is my part of the boat," the nearest driller scolded. "I can do what I want."
"It's MY water," the driller sniffed. "It's under MY part of the boat."
"But will flood the whole boat," her husband argued. "We should all decide if you drill."
"This is dangerous talk," the driller said. "Dangerous."
The driller shot her.
"I had no choice," he said. "You saw her—she was going to steal my part of the boat."
The other drillers all agreed. "Tragic," they said. "How was she radicalized?"
"If it will sink," the drillers scoffed, "how do you account for the fact that we're floating?"
"Oh you've been saying that since we started drilling," the drillers laughed. "And look—we're still floating."
"We agree the boat is sinking," the drillers said. "But too late now. Nothing left but to drill while we can."
"If we take the drills away from the drillers, aren't we just as bad as them?" he asked.
Smiling, the young man closed his eyes.