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Jul 09, 2009 16:09

I wanted to paint something, so I did. AND, I managed to do it well enough that the result doesn't weird me out. \o/ I have such issues with watercolor, dude. But I like this okay. This is mostly what I was thinking of the whole time I was on the beach.



as always, click for full size. I took this pic from my phone, so it's kind of bad quality, but at least it's big? :D?

Thiis is Captain Iero. He was shipwrecked on this island, and pieces of his ship washed up with him, but none of his crew. So he sits out on a rock and watches for them, even months after the wreck. He's wearing Bob's clothes, which are too big for him, because his were all ripped up when he washed up onshore. There's only three other people on the island: Bob and some crazy artist couple Frank's never met (they mostly keep to themselves). Frank doesn't really want to leave the island, and Bob seems okay with letting him sleep on a makeshift bed on his floor. Bob's house is pretty small, but he takes his boat over to the mainland a lot, and Frank sits out on the beach a lot, so it's not too bad. For a while.

But Bob doesn't like seeing Frank moping all the time, and the house really is small, so he tells Frank to think about moving out. Maybe going back out to sea. Frank still doesn't want to leave the island, so he decides to build his own house on the beach. Bob helps him. Then Frank goes back to sitting on his rock almost every day, still watching for anything to show up, not out of any real hope, but more out of habit. But then things do start washing up. A few pieces of wood, a body. Then a few more bodies. Frank pulls them out, and waits, scanning the waves for any survivors.

frank iero, fanfic, writing, art

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