"Maybe a shark will eat it," Joe said simply and for no reason at all, then stepped out further into the water until it was lapping around his knees. It was just a fucking gun and he didn't need it, he'd lived just fine without it since the hurricane and he'd live just fine without it again.

Pulling back his arm, Joe threw the gun as hard as he could, watching it fly through the air, not as far as he'd expected, but still far enough.