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The docks by the Cape Rouge, Friday night
Nov. 15th, 2019 03:29 pmDuke had been staking out the boat he'd woken up on for hours, tucked up next to a pylon with a stash of scraps scavenged from the restaurant dumpsters. So far he hadn't seen anyone go in or out, or any signs that anyone was actually on board the thing. If he hadn't seen the inside of it already, he'd have guessed the thing had been abandoned; it looked even rustier than any of the rust heaps his dad had had over the years. But the ropes holding it to the docks were fresh, and the hull looked solid enough under all that rust. And the inside was really nice.
Maybe the owner had just gone on vacation or something.
He sorted through his food stash, pulling out a moldy piece of bread, and broke it apart to toss to the weird puppy-bird things that lived all over the place around here.
"What do you think?" he asked one of them as it hopped over to sniff at his leg (they were super friendly, way nicer than the gulls that lived around the docks back home). "Should I risk it? It was nice and warm in there."
And it was getting a lot colder out here.
[open! He's not immediately visible if you're by the docks, but he's not especially well hidden, either.]
Maybe the owner had just gone on vacation or something.
He sorted through his food stash, pulling out a moldy piece of bread, and broke it apart to toss to the weird puppy-bird things that lived all over the place around here.
"What do you think?" he asked one of them as it hopped over to sniff at his leg (they were super friendly, way nicer than the gulls that lived around the docks back home). "Should I risk it? It was nice and warm in there."
And it was getting a lot colder out here.
[open! He's not immediately visible if you're by the docks, but he's not especially well hidden, either.]
