"”There’s nothing like chillin’ with your closest buds on a weekend fishing trip, especially when you’re about to launch the biggest criminal deal of your careers. Out here on the high seas, life is sweet. That is, until your engine explodes. And your boat sinks. And there’s no food or water. And the puking starts. And the backstabbing begins. And the only life preserver is in the hands of a man who wears a black shirt with a skull on it!"