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The trouble with scheduling a sail in the tropics was that one never could know what sort of weather awaited one. Bush might have woken to a storm-tossed morning, one that would have demanded he postpone the trip with the Doctor lest they get swept out to sea. But any such worries had been in vain. The morning was calm, with just enough breeze to ( Read more... ) -
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He woke to a steady thumping sound, a sound of hard, honest work going on right outside his window. It spoke of seriousness and calmness, of wood and stone and slow, steady civilization. It was not such a strange sound, on their island that had gained so much in the year and a half since William Bush had arrived ( Read more... ) -
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Tropical birds made quite the ruckus under normal circumstances, and for whatever reason they were even louder Saturday morning. Bush was usually an early riser, but the beasts of the forest had obviously seen fit to wake him even earlier than usual, and he sighed and grumbled as they pushed him from sleep. In a little while he would get up ( Read more... ) -
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Babysitting!
Dated for Friday, November 24Bush still wasn’t entirely sure how he had been talked into this ( Read more... ) -
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It was a lovely day, the ideal sort of day for a sail.
William had his hand on the tiller of the Prospero II, his legs stretched lazily out in the body of the boat. Archie and he, they had spent the morning sailing around the side of the island, a christening voyage for the new boat. It had been a perfect morning, and perfect was a word William ( Read more... ) -
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It wasn’t such a bad day for sailing, all in all, Bush reasoned as he stood on the dock and stared out over the water. The wind was a little stronger than he would have liked for a first lesson, but besides a bit of fog the sky was clear, so at least they wouldn’t have to worry about rain. The former naval lieutenant had his hands clasped behind ( Read more... ) -
'Out with the morning tide/Back for my tea'
It had become so common over the past few months as to be almost routine - as the day began to close and the sun began to set over the tropical waters, Bush and Fraser would meet over a small campfire and talk a bit about nothing in particular, or reminisce, or complain about one thing or another. There wasn’t even really that much talking always, ( Read more... ) -
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Though the thundering has lessened and the sheets of rain had slowed, it was still pouring steadily outside with no particular sign of stopping. And though the rain was a welcome relief from the oppressive heat of the island, it did reach a point of dullness and dampness after a time ( Read more... ) -
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William had known there was a reason he didn't like parties very much ( Read more... )