Ivan chuckled when he heard Ember's statement. The Ward couple didn't react much. They really did think they boarded a pirate ship. However, the pirate ship paid the bills, so they were fine with it.
"So, we've all just signed a magical soul-binding contract to survive doomsday by having so much sex I might be sucked dry." Ivan winked at Ember. "I've had weirder days. So what do we do now?"
"Now, we get a crap load of food. We need 10 tons of non-perishables, 5,000 gallons of water, and agricultural seeds," Ember said lightly.
"Ten tons?" Alex whistled. "That's...a bit much, don't you think?"
"It's doomsday, you can never have enough," Ember shrugged.
"Leave it to me. I know a guy who knows a guy. He can get us pretty much anything we need. I refuse to only eat canned foods. I have standards," Ivan protested.
