He quickly brought the jar to his mouth and licked the sploosh off the jagged edges before it spilled.
“Careful,” Stanley warned. Zero picked up the cracked lid and licked the sploosh off that as well.
Then he handed the broken jar to Stanley. “Drink some.” Stanley held it in his hand and stared at it a moment.
He was afraid of the broken glass. He was also afraid of the sploosh. It looked like mud.
Whatever it was, he realized, it must have been in the boat when the boat sank. That meant it was probably over a hundred years old.
Who knew what kind of bacteria might be living in it? “It's good,” said Zero, encouraging him.
He wondered if Zero had heard of bacteria. He raised the jar to his mouth and carefully took a sip.
It was a warm, bubbly, mushy nectar, sweet and tangy. It felt like heaven as it flowed over his dry mouth and down his parched throat.
He thought it might have been some kind of fruit at some time, perhaps peaches. Zero smiled at him.
“I told you it was good.” Stanley didn't want to drink too much, but it was too good to resist.
They passed the jar back and forth until it was empty. “How many are left?” he asked. “None,” said Zero.
Stanley's mouth dropped. “Now I have to take you back,” he said.
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