Baby can you dig your man

[intrinsicworth]

The good spirts of one, Glen Bateman, had not diminished in the least since his arrival. He'd held his breath and put all his chips down on the magic of the island and turned up aces. No superflu, no sign of Randall Flagg, and no dreams more portentous than the alphabet in a cup of Campbell's soup. Glen was in a fine mood for certain, fit as a

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[plays_checkers]

The sun seemed brighter now that Czernobog had been living in the caves. When he ventured out for the day, out into the sun, he felt pale and old. He felt dried up. He felt unreal. Czernobog walked, mostly along the quieter paths of the island, thinking about nothing in particular. It was when he heard the soft singing that he looked up and saw the fisher man.

"Singing fisherman. You don't make sense to me," Czernobog told him honestly, his accent sounding thicker than before. He had been silent for so long, he forgot how it sounded when it landed on another person's bones. "You sing and all the fish go away. They can hear you." Czernobog nodded towards the water.

[intrinsicworth]

Glen turned his head and stopped singing, looking mistrustfully at the man for a moment until the expression broke. Glen nodded agreeably and replied, "Oh, for certain. I don't think I make much sense to them either, a great large thing casting shadows and strange objects. Anyhow I'm not really set on catching anything today," he lifted his line out of the water to demonstrate and frowned at the but of weed covering the lure. He banished it with a quick flick of the pole and smiled as if to say 'you see?'

[plays_checkers]

Czernobog took note of the greenery on the end of the hook and wrinkled his nose. "Why fish if not for catching something?" He asked seriously. He never found the interest in fishing to pass time like others did. He gave gruff laugh. "In my time, people fished because they wanted to be fed that night."

[intrinsicworth]

"To mystify, friend." Glen smiled, "Were I to sit here without the rod, one would not presume that I was fishing, but merely that I was an old man sitting by the water and daydreaming away my remaining years."

He ginned and held up a finger, "But here's the clever thing. If I sit with the rod in hand and it seems like nothing could be more enjoyable than that, someone is bound to come over to assuage their curiosity. And before you know it, the pole is in their hand, with bait they've dug themselves, and they are fishing for me." He gave a gesture of finality as he said the last bit and chuckled. "The Tom Sawyer effect, if you follow. Make anything seem like enough fun a people won't admit that it isn't."

[patriotqueen]

Guy did not come to fish, proof of which was the utter lack of any sort of fishing-pole or bait. He had come to swim. When he arrived to the water and heard the old man sing, he had trouble keeping a laugh inside. In fact, he didn't.

He didn't know the song, but it sounded far too amusing from the man's mouth.

"Are they biting at all?" He asked amusedly. "I meant to go swimming."

[intrinsicworth]

Glen looked over his shoulder and chuckled. "Tell me baby, can you dig your man?" he sang out again and then grinned.

"Not a one. We a respectfully keeping our distance from one another, these fish and I, though I can't promise that our truce will hold up to your swimming. Luckily for you, I don't think they will be any more interested in you than in my lure."

[patriotqueen]

Guy grinned a particular sort of grin that said 'yes, I can dig my man' and walked to the water.

"What have you been using as bait? Besides singing."

[intrinsicworth]

"Not a thing, friend, though you might be surprised at what you can catch with just the tool and no bait at all. Fish are curious creatures. Something that flashes and bobs attracts attention. That goes for people too." He nodded as if to confirm the factual evidence of this.

[bennet_beauty]

Jane had constantly kept her mind upon the care and keeping of both Lady, the sugargliders, and Kojak, but she could not do it at once for it seemed rather chaotic to maintain. And so, she took them for their own walks and lavished love upon them in her own way. As usual, she dressed in her full muslin dress, corset pinching yet, but a familiar pinch

[intrinsicworth]

It was the sound of the running water and the sound of his own voice, not a surprise in the least, that allowed the dog to take Glen by surprise, though not completely. By some sixth sense that we all carry, Glen turned his head just as Kojak came around the tree.

His eyes widened and he dropped his fishing pole as the dog, his dog, overwhelmed him with happy doggy kisses punctuated by much whining and tail wagging. "Oh! Oh..." Glen cried out, overwhelmed by sudden recognition. A lump rose in his throat, and his voice, for once, was lost

[bennet_beauty]

Jane's eyes were the picture of wideness, her mouth slightly parted as she caught her breath and her skirts within gloved hands, bonnet having slipped awry in her mad dash to ensure nothing ill happened. "Oh!" she remarked, seeing the wetness and immediately fearing the worst. "I did not mean to do ill and I am sure he did not either," she insisted, though there was no panic, nor was there fear in her voice. Merely an even-keeled argument, patient and calm. "Pray, might I ask, found you again? You know him?"

And yet, she could not stop the hope in her voice upon such a question.

[intrinsicworth]

He nodded and reached out a hand to stroke Kojak while his attention was on Jane. For his part, Kojak crept forward and settled down to put his head on Glen's leg, tongue darting out occasionally when Glen's hand passed near enough.

"Yes," he cleared his throat and started again. "Yes, Kojak was my dog. Or maybe I was his man for I've left him behind twice now and he's found me. Thousands of miles, or worlds away. He's the canine poster child. Aren't you boy?" As he spoke his voice evened out, but when he looked at Kojak, his eyes shone. "How did you get here?" Glen's face was pale, but he looked happy, his face fixed in wonder.

He looked back in Jane, "I'm sorry dear girl, it's a shock to see him like this. I left him behind to..." he shook his head.

[nevermarried]

The Shepherd was on one of his constitutionals, taking yet another walk through the woods when he heard a strong voice sing out. He smiled crookedly, hiking up past the waterfall and around a bend to find an older man sitting against a tree with a line in the river. He smiled broadly, heading toward him.

He squinted out at the river and then back at the man. "Good day! Any luck?"

[intrinsicworth]

Glen looked over at the man coming toward him and grinned, waving with a free hand. "None at all I'm afraid. But there will be water where God wills it, as they say, and the same I suppose, may be said of fish." He chuckled and waited for the man to get closer

[nevermarried]

Book's grin grew wider and he nodded, his hands in his pockets. "True, true. 'Everything that the ground teems with, and all the fish of the sea are delivered into your hand.'" He shrugged, smiling crookedly, squinting out at the river. "Maybe not?"

[intrinsicworth]

"Very doubtful," Glen agreed. "I think I've used up my quota for deliverance of late, and I'm not sweetening the pot any," he confided and lifted the lure from the water, quite absent of bait. "If one of those fish choose to give itself up to me, well that's marvelous, but I'm here for the enjoyment of the thing."

[onlythedusk]

Moritz hadn't met too many people he considered 'adults' on the island, yet. And everyone here seemed so nice so far. He was beginning to wonder if this wasn't Heaven, after all.

Having explored most of the Compound, Moritz decided to venture out into the wilderness to see what he could find there. He eventually wound his way to the waterfall and smiled a little at the older man fishing there. He moved closer quietly, not wanting to disturb his fishing or singing, but curious to meet someone new.

[intrinsicworth]

Glen continued to sing loudly, and a little out of tune, the last song that Larry Underwood had released before the flu hit. It was a chart topper for sure, and had been well on it's way. It was all Glen had heard on the radio while the radio had still been running.

"Baby..." he started and then stopped, frowning. "Is that right? No I don't think that's right. I'm forgetting the bridge." He paused and looked up, catching site of the young man. He held up a hand in a hello, waiting for the boy to get closer.

[onlythedusk]

"Where is there a bridge?" he asked, curiously. Moritz inched closer, since the man had invited him. At least he didn't feel like he was intruding anymore. "I did not mean to interrupt. I was exploring." He offered Glen a sheepish smile, looking apologetic.

[intrinsicworth]

Glen chuckled, "I'm sure there's one about somewhere, but I was actually referring to the bridge of the song." Glen smiled, "I'll remember the darn thing during dinner tonight or some equally inconvenient time." Glen didn't sound particularly bothered by that prospect however.

"Interrupt and explore away my boy," Glen said, not minding the company.