The deck of the Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Friday afternoon

Duke's "use the time difference to instantly age liquor" scheme had not worked. Apparently the Baltimore on the other side of the causeway wasn't quite the same Baltimore that he could sail to from Fandom's port. Which was terribly disappointing, as it meant any, say, winning lottery numbers he tried to pick up probably also wouldn't do him any good. And, like, what was the point of traveling through time if you couldn't make money off of it? Come on!

He was no stranger to disappointment, though. After a quiet morning spent fishing (out past where he'd worked out the line between 2019 and 2008 likely was, where he could be reasonably certain nothing he caught would turn out to be sapient), he was feeling pretty good, lounging on his deck, a couple fresh-caught sea bass chilling in a cooler, strumming his ukelele.

He was starting to enjoy this quiet little island. The locals were friendly, if a little bizarre; his class was fun -- though really, how did all of them end up doing that worksheet?!; the weather was frankly gorgeous; and best of all, no one had tried to arrest or kill him in weeks.

Oh yeah. He could definitely get used to this.

[because of course Duke plays the ukelele. Open deck = open post!]