What do you do when you wake up to find yourself lost at sea?

Skie and Smoky wake up on their small sailboat after a night of partying, to find that they have drifted out into unknown seas. With naught but booze, their wits, and a generous heap of luck, they just might make it out.

Will they survive?

Will they run out of booze before they die?

Will I stop stalling with the description and get on to writing?

Is this a one-shot?

The answer to each of the above questions is maybe.