The fucking narcs are getting wise. A cave lab on the east side of the island gets busted. From their things begin to fall like dominoes. You think about getting out of the Biz. But the money is tight and the less whirl that reaches the shore the tighter the money. You keep floating loads on your boat across the waters. Till one day a police helicopter hovers over you and a mega-phone says to stay where you are. You start dropping crates of whirl over the side as the coast guard rushes in to make the bust. You get it all over but they have scuba men on hand who go down and recover it. You end up sentenced to five years in a privatized prison they just finished on a small island south of Washington A C .