Pirate Radio

We Weren't Born to Follow - Bon Jovi

 Considering that George had slept under the open sky, it was no surprise that he woke up with the sun. Despite the added comfort of a sleeping bag and a pillow, his shoulders ached some from laying on the hard wood and he knew that it was going to be a couple of weeks at least until his body got used to both the sleeping conditions and being woken at dawn.

He stuck his head below deck to see if anyone else was up yet. The door to the front cabin, which Clerk and Dante were sharing was still closed so his safest bet was that both of them were still fast asleep. Clerk wasn't one to hang about in bed instead of getting up immediately and Dante was too light of a sleeper not to be woken by Clerk.

Madelyn and John's cabin door was just as closed. Only the door to the cabin that George was meant to be sharing with Ezra was open and Ezra, who looked as though he'd been up for a couple of hours at least, was sitting at the navigation table typing away at Clerk's laptop.

"Good morning." He greeted, not looking up from what he was doing as George descended into the below deck living quarters.

"Is it?"

"It has the potential to be."

Whenever the two of them fought, which was, admittedly, most of the time, it didn't seem to affect Ezra much. George would do his best to provoke reaction, Ezra would try to argue with him, George wouldn't let loose, Ezra would yell and sometimes lash out physically, but by the next time the two of them saw each other, whether it be five minutes later or at the next meeting, things were as though they had never fought. Things were back to normal. Then again, fighting was normal....

"I'm sorry about last night." George said despite not really wanting to. He never apologised before, but being stuck on a two boat fleet together was as good a reason as any to start. "Of course I'll teach you to sail if you want me to."

"Thank you. Maybe we can start later?" Ezra still refused to look up from the laptop which made it incredibly hard for George to read his face. Was it a genuine 'thank you'? Was he just saying it because he was Ezra and that's the adult way to deal with someone like George?

"Uh. I'm not sure we'll be sailing later." George admitted. "There doesn't seem to be any wind today." It looked as though the minimal wind from the day before had decided to give up on them completely which George had realised shortly after waking up.

"Maybe you could just teach me the terminology then." So he actually wanted to learn and wasn't just being too proud to back down? He didn't even need to try to be the adult when dealing with George, he just was. God, was George in over his head with this whole thing. Still he said: "Uh. Sure."

By the time everyone had woken up the wind situation had not improved. John felt better though, which George reluctantly counted as a little victory. Clerk somehow convinced Ezra that it was okay if they stayed in the bay for one more day and that it didn't really make a difference where they were broadcasting from as long as they were constantly on the move and didn't stay anywhere long enough for their location to be determined. Technically they could have broadcasted from international waters, but that only brought up a whole new set of problems George didn't want to have to think about.

Together Emil and Clerk were a team to be reckoned with, a dynamic duo if you will, and George didn't doubt that the two of them could build weapons of mass destruction, or hack into the government or find a way to rob a bank. Needless to say they did none of those things, but what they did do was find a way to broadcast their pirate music and propaganda ("It's NOT propaganda.") undetected. Not only over radio waves but also over satellites. George wasn't sure how it worked exactly or if it was legal, for that matter, but he didn't really care. What he did know was that it was completely genius.... apparently.