Davos had been on the island nearly two weeks and so had begun to settle into a routine. He had moved into an abandoned hut just south of the docks and twice a day he headed back to the Compound to eat. He still found it strange that he was given food and lodging without having to swear fealty to anyone but he wasn’t going to refuse unsolicited ( Read more... )

Ian sat in the shallows with Jamie in his lap, the water lapping around the wee lad's legs. Isolde would approve, Ian though; the lass had so much of the sea in her, she'd want her firstborn son introduced early. There were clouds scudding across the sky and Ian felt good with the sun shining down on tattooed shoulders, as he watched the colour ( Read more... )

It was a nice day, but then again, there aren’t an awful lot of not nice days here ( Read more... )

This day had been far more eventful than Garak had originally thought it would be.  Instead of spending his afternoon cutting fabric for the dress Ensign Williams had commissioned, he'd landed on an island, and to add to the situation, it was apparently an island that defied all explanation, logical or otherwise.    Oh, certainly, Dr. Bashir had ( Read more... )

Nobody knew the shorelines of Westeros better than Davos Shorthand. He had spent forty years of his life sailing the narrow sea and he knew every nook and cranny of the coastline by heart. Which is why he found it so disconcerting to look around and realise he had no idea where he was.

The last thing Davos remembered was the storm. It had hit Saan’s ( Read more... )

River looked at the bulletin board in the compound nearly every day. She liked knowing what was going on, and finding things she could help with, and fun things to do. It was a handy thing, she had always thought ( Read more... )

Sally had been on the island less than a week and she'd already done something stupid. She'd gotten drunk and kissed someone. Someone who wasn't Larry. Someone she hardly knew ( Read more... )

The island had done it again. Whether it was pure chance or benevolence none of them would ever know, but somehow, someway, the place had seen fit to give them all booze again ( Read more... )

The island had done it again. Whether it was pure chance or benevolence none of them would ever know, but somehow, someway, the place had seen fit to give them all booze again ( Read more... )

Vorenus had to allow that they were a capable crew, one reason among many that he restrained himself from pressing them to hurry. He had never been a truly patient man, only a man well-practised at restraint, and well used to denying himself, even when it felt that parts of him might burst if there was not a standing market tomorrow ( Read more... )