fandomtownies | The Beach, Friday Morning

When Ender had destroyed his raft here years ago, he'd done so thinking he'd never be back here long enough to miss it.

He'd been wrong.

All in all, he'd held out for quite a while before he'd caved - but caved he had. He dragged a bunch of logs and some rope to the beach right around dawn, having tipped his rickshaw driver well for the inconvenience of driving both him and his materials here. He dropped them all into the sand and released a deep sigh.

He stripped down to his old faded khakis and a white t-shirt that covered most, but not all, of the tiny (and not-so-tiny) scars that littered his torso. It'd be hard work, and it hadn't exactly been cold lately; he could always take off the shirt if it got even warmer, or put his coat back on if he needed it.

Then he dropped to his knees in the sand, snagging a piece of wood, some tools and his rope, and got to work. By early afternoon he'd have his raft again. It'd be a small relief. But right now, just having work did wonders enough. Exercising his muscles was a joy, justifying the vanity of going to the gym on a regular basis. He found himself enjoying it - by the time noon arrived, he was practically humming.

[[ open! i'll be on sp for a bit during the afternoon. ]]