The Docks, Tuesday
Jack was stretched out on a deck chair on his boat, sipping beer and fishing. It was finally spring, and he was taking full advantage of it.
...Except for all the chilly fog, which SUCKED. On the one hand, all it really meant was that he couldn't see the fish that he wasn't catching anyway. On the other... Well, from a tactical standpoint, fog was pretty good for sneaking around in. And since he wasn't the sneak-ER today, there was a little part of his mind that stayed on constant alert just in case he was the sneak-EE.
He was SO vigilant, in fact, that he dozed off.
The sign on the dock read:
Captain Jack's Wild Ride
Boat for hire, if you want it.
Half off if you feel like fishing.
...Except for all the chilly fog, which SUCKED. On the one hand, all it really meant was that he couldn't see the fish that he wasn't catching anyway. On the other... Well, from a tactical standpoint, fog was pretty good for sneaking around in. And since he wasn't the sneak-ER today, there was a little part of his mind that stayed on constant alert just in case he was the sneak-EE.
He was SO vigilant, in fact, that he dozed off.
The sign on the dock read:
Captain Jack's Wild Ride
Boat for hire, if you want it.
Half off if you feel like fishing.