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fandomtownies2021-10-09 09:11 am
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Around the Island - Saturday
Billy stood on the deck of the small houseboat as it floated in the calm waters of Serenity Cove. Taking a slow drag on the cigarette that was held loosely between his fingers, Billy breathed out slowly, the thin cloud lingering around his head for a moment before being swept away by the breeze. Turning his head, he gazed out over the waters and towards the island as a flock of seagulls flew overhead, cawing angrily at him as they passed.
“Stupid flying rats,” Billy muttered as he jumped slightly at the sound.
As he watched the birds fly towards the shore a short distance away, Billy pushed up from the railing he had been leaning against and ran a hand through his mess of wild black hair. His stomach growled loudly, reminding him just how long it had been since he had had something halfway decent to eat. Shaking his head, Billy headed back inside to get ready for his first real venture onto the mysterious island he had found himself at.
Yeah, things had been ok since he arrived. Granted that was just a couple days ago.... but the people he had said more than two words to so far seemed nice. Billy was still on guard though, and quite unsure what to think about the situation he had found himself in. While he had made it out of Mexico like he had intended, an island apparently off the coast of northern Maryland was a far cry from his intended destination of the Bahamas or the Florida Keys. But at least whatever… Force? Magic? Whatever you wanted to call it? Whatever it was that had brought him here had seen fit enough to let him have his boat still.
Billy pulled out a change of clothes and put them into a diving bag along with his shoes. He then grabbed the bag and put in a few other items and slung it over his shoulder and headed back up on deck. The worn wood panels on deck were hot under his bare feet and the sun was warm on his shirtless back. Taking a few moments to make sure everything was secured and in place, Billy finally walked back to the edge of the deck to a small gap in the railing. Putting out the cigarette and dropping it into the rusty bucket on deck, he made a mental note to try and find some more on the island as he only had a few left. With that, he adjusted the bag, took a deep breath, jumped into the cool blue water.
Sure, he could have anchored out in the main port, or at least stayed up closer to the shore somewhere, but Billy liked his privacy. People were fine, and he could tolerate most people pretty well when needed. But he needed his space, and the last thing he wanted were noisy and nosey neighbors… especially as he was still a bit on edge after the initial shock of finding out just where he was wore off and that old guarded paranoia was starting to creep back in. Besides, it was only a three- or four-minute swim to the shore. Enough to deter random visitors but easy enough to deal with as far as getting to and from the island when needed. This was how he had done things for more than five years back in Mexico, so he saw no reason to change a good system- at least until the weather turned cold or a better alternative presented itself.
After reaching shore a few minutes later, Billy opened the diving bag and pulled out a shirt and put it on. And like always, tugged the sleeves down as far as he could, to cover as much of the tattoo on his arm as possible. Slipping on his shoes, he left the jeans in the bag. It was warm enough he didn’t need them and his trunks would be dried in no time anyways. So, with a deep breath to steel himself, Billy headed off, away from the beach, hoping to make it a quick trip to a few of the shops to grab some supplies and then get back to the boat. He didn’t need a lot, just enough for another day or two until he figured out what he was going to do about his sudden change of address.
[SP post open to meet the new reluctant resident while he's out and about]
“Stupid flying rats,” Billy muttered as he jumped slightly at the sound.
As he watched the birds fly towards the shore a short distance away, Billy pushed up from the railing he had been leaning against and ran a hand through his mess of wild black hair. His stomach growled loudly, reminding him just how long it had been since he had had something halfway decent to eat. Shaking his head, Billy headed back inside to get ready for his first real venture onto the mysterious island he had found himself at.
Yeah, things had been ok since he arrived. Granted that was just a couple days ago.... but the people he had said more than two words to so far seemed nice. Billy was still on guard though, and quite unsure what to think about the situation he had found himself in. While he had made it out of Mexico like he had intended, an island apparently off the coast of northern Maryland was a far cry from his intended destination of the Bahamas or the Florida Keys. But at least whatever… Force? Magic? Whatever you wanted to call it? Whatever it was that had brought him here had seen fit enough to let him have his boat still.
Billy pulled out a change of clothes and put them into a diving bag along with his shoes. He then grabbed the bag and put in a few other items and slung it over his shoulder and headed back up on deck. The worn wood panels on deck were hot under his bare feet and the sun was warm on his shirtless back. Taking a few moments to make sure everything was secured and in place, Billy finally walked back to the edge of the deck to a small gap in the railing. Putting out the cigarette and dropping it into the rusty bucket on deck, he made a mental note to try and find some more on the island as he only had a few left. With that, he adjusted the bag, took a deep breath, jumped into the cool blue water.
Sure, he could have anchored out in the main port, or at least stayed up closer to the shore somewhere, but Billy liked his privacy. People were fine, and he could tolerate most people pretty well when needed. But he needed his space, and the last thing he wanted were noisy and nosey neighbors… especially as he was still a bit on edge after the initial shock of finding out just where he was wore off and that old guarded paranoia was starting to creep back in. Besides, it was only a three- or four-minute swim to the shore. Enough to deter random visitors but easy enough to deal with as far as getting to and from the island when needed. This was how he had done things for more than five years back in Mexico, so he saw no reason to change a good system- at least until the weather turned cold or a better alternative presented itself.
After reaching shore a few minutes later, Billy opened the diving bag and pulled out a shirt and put it on. And like always, tugged the sleeves down as far as he could, to cover as much of the tattoo on his arm as possible. Slipping on his shoes, he left the jeans in the bag. It was warm enough he didn’t need them and his trunks would be dried in no time anyways. So, with a deep breath to steel himself, Billy headed off, away from the beach, hoping to make it a quick trip to a few of the shops to grab some supplies and then get back to the boat. He didn’t need a lot, just enough for another day or two until he figured out what he was going to do about his sudden change of address.
[SP post open to meet the new reluctant resident while he's out and about]