The Docks, Friday Morning
This is Tully Mars, checking in. I don't know just what Cleopatra had in mind when she asked me in her will to come here. When she fired me from the Cayo Loco light, she said she didn't want me to wind up living out my life alone.
If the idea was for me to stop being a semi-hermit in Fandom, then I've failed. On the other hand, I think maybe she sent me here to help me learn to deal with the unexpected. In that respect, I think I've done pretty good.
I'm not sure if I knew when I started restoring the Sea Horse that I was getting ready to leave. But meeting Montana made me realize that it was time. The song of the ocean is calling me back, and maybe it's calling me to another first meeting with my step daughter.
Mr. Twain is already on his way back to Cayo Loco via the Lucretia, after a fond farewell to his friends at the gig. He might miss them, but I've seen the way he's been looking in the direction of the bay. I guess he's decided it's time to leave too.
I've made some good friends here, but they've all moved on. Time to set sail for home, wherever that turns out to be.
This is Tully Mars, signing off.
[Tully is leaving the island. This post is open for anyone who wants to wish him Bon Voyage, and if you're interested, keep watching this space for his ex-pat adventures.]
If the idea was for me to stop being a semi-hermit in Fandom, then I've failed. On the other hand, I think maybe she sent me here to help me learn to deal with the unexpected. In that respect, I think I've done pretty good.
I'm not sure if I knew when I started restoring the Sea Horse that I was getting ready to leave. But meeting Montana made me realize that it was time. The song of the ocean is calling me back, and maybe it's calling me to another first meeting with my step daughter.
Mr. Twain is already on his way back to Cayo Loco via the Lucretia, after a fond farewell to his friends at the gig. He might miss them, but I've seen the way he's been looking in the direction of the bay. I guess he's decided it's time to leave too.
I've made some good friends here, but they've all moved on. Time to set sail for home, wherever that turns out to be.
This is Tully Mars, signing off.
[Tully is leaving the island. This post is open for anyone who wants to wish him Bon Voyage, and if you're interested, keep watching this space for his ex-pat adventures.]