The Docks, Tuesday

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Jack laid back in his chair, bundled up against the autumn air, and just listened to the waves lapping against the side of the boat, and felt the boat's subtle movements.

...And, what the hell, tried to kel'no'reem. It wasn't really working for him.

Eventually, he started snoring.


The sign on the dock read:

Captain Jack's Wild Ride
Pay money to annoy the grumpy old man -- ON A BOAT

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"...you get paid to let people annoy you?" Fred said in lieu of hello.

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Jack woke up and grinned at the big lug. "Hey, Fred! Actually, I let people rent the boat if they want to, so... Yeah, same difference."

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"Not a bad gig," Fred said. "I... ain't much of a boat guy."

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Jack shrugged and patted the chair next to him. "If you have to puke, do it over the side."

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"Yeah, I'm more worried about the boat damn sinkin'," Fred said. "And I like to keep my feet on the ground."

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Jack gave him a skeptical eye. "Just how much do you weigh?" he asked. Because, seriously, the boat could hold several people.

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"...four fifty," Fred said. "Was losin' weight, but... figured to hell with it."

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"You got a good thing going, might as well stick with it?" Jack asked with a shrug. "But seriously, the boat's gonna be fine. It's just as solid as rock, except for the moving."

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"...Maybe sometime," Fred acquiesced. "Like to get in some fishin' again."