A Secluded Cove: Friday morning [NFB]

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In the hour before dawn a boat drifted out of the mist, its sails in tatters, the ragged strips of canvas cracking in the breeze.

Incredibly old, worn by weather and time, wood and rope and canvas creaked and groaned as tendrils of fog rose off the ocean to wrap around its hull, long fingers caressing the wood. Whether they welcomed it or urged it away was a mystery.

There was no hand to steer it, but still it travelled unerringly towards the shore, ignoring the sudden shift in tide and wind that tried to drive it back. One final surge shoved the boat up onto the sand and it slowly tipped sideways until it fetched up against a rock, listing slightly, but held secure.

[ooc: the post is open for only one, who knows who he is. ETA: Post is NFB.]

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Bart was bored. This was a scary thing for the island for it meant he was running around like a little psycho, looking for something to do because this place was just so boring sometimes and they needed to have dinosaurs again and maybe robots with lasers for eyes that attacked the school and---OO! Boat!

Completely oblivious to any sort of ominous feelings that came from the seemingly abandoned boat, Bart was aboard and poking around before any thought was given to it. "Hello?" He zipped to the other side, looking down at the water. "Helloooo?"

No one. Weird.

He was up on the mast in an instant, peering around at the land. "Yarrr! I claim this ship in the name of Bartius Allyn, the Scurvy Dog Pirat--" The sail snapped suddenly, dust and salt causing him to sneeze suddenly and fall from his perch. "Hey!"

Bart rubbed his head, looking around to make sure no one saw his stupid move. And was gone to find something new to do. This place was boring.