An eighty foot boat called The Pescador was coming back into it’s berth.  The guys onboard were drunk, well, all but one.  They were standing up on their bow, goofing around. 

    One of the guys knocked another’s hat overboard.  So they all ran to the stern to try and fish out the hat.  Well, they didn’t have anything to grab it with.  So the sober guy hung his drunk buddy over the boat by his ankles to grab the fishing hat.  They almost grabbed it but it was just a little too far. 

    The sober one holding the guy lost his footing when he extended.  His feet lost contact and he flipped.  His buddy he was holding went out away from the boat.  The buddy that fell in behind him went under the boat. 

    As they passed, the prop wash sucked him right in.  He got whacked across the top of the head, through the face, across his upper chest, his middle chest and his abdomen.  It just laid him open every blade turn. 

      He was missing for three weeks.  All he was wearing was a t-shirt, a pair of shoes and a pair of jeans.  After three weeks he ended up floating up and we got a call of a body back in the channels.  We went back in to the harbor back into this far channel and pulled him out.  We put this plastic sheet under him and lifted him up, put him on the back of our boat and we took him to the pilot station to wait for the coroner to get there. 

      We took him off our boat and put him on the dock and waited for the coroner to get there (which usually takes hours).  Finally, the coroner investigator showed up. 

    We were all looking at this body.  We could see the top of his head is whacked off, the flap is flapped back.  He had no brains in there.  They were all gone.  We were just kind of looking at this guy.  The coroner said he had to take a liver temperature.  That’s kind of a standard thing they have to do.  He had to turn the body over.  So he grabed the shoulder, which had been fractured.  As he pulled the arm, the body rolled over and fell flat.  All the intestines and organs were left on this plastic tarp on the ground. 

    The coroner goes, “Oh, this is going to be easy,” and continued to pick through the organs naming the kidney, then said, “OK, yea, there’s the liver.”

    He stuck the thermometer in it, which registered like 60 degrees then confirmed that the body has been dead for a while.  He decides to just flip the body back over on top of all his organs, on top of the plastic, wrap him up in the plastic, shove him in the body back and ship him off.