Discoveries | TMR | Three

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A/N For those of you who have read the rundown I accidentally published... I am so sorry. I am completely and utterly ✨livid✨ with myself.

It's one of those "if you don't laugh, you'll cry" kinds of moments, for sure.

Anyway, just wanna say that, the rundown was not in any kind of order, it's basically all just chapter idea that's change as I write, so although you have probably read things that will happen, it won't be in the order that you saw, and there will definitely be a lot of changes to script, dialect and so on.

Again, so sorry if I've ruined it for any of you.

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One perk that comes with living in an abandoned boatyard, Nick had swiftly come to learn, is that there is enough space for everyone to sleep comfortably.

Everyone, though doubled up, has their own boat in which to rest. Their own boat, their own space, their own bed - for the most part, and they are all in agreement that this is probably the best place that could have ever been chosen. Nicks particular accommodation far supersedes everyone else's.

A yacht, is what he had chosen on the first day, and despite one tiny flaw, it has everything. A small kitchen, which works to an extent. Not often used, but great for those days in which they do not wish to be in the company of others, and entirely perfect for when he is trying to avoid Rebecca. There is a living room, with a couch that does convert into a bed, but is far less comfortable than the actual one. A miniature shower room that does not work, and is currently only used for what little belongings they have, and, of course, a bedroom.

The king size bed that inhabits it is possibly the biggest Nick has ever seen, though it does nothing to create any space between him and the boy he shares with; Alby. That snoring, snorting, wheezing friend of his that he consistently has to battle for the quilt at all hours of the night, and also has to - quite literally - untangle himself from every. Single. Fucking. Morning.

Who knew Alby was such a hugger?

Anyway, I digress.

After fighting to free himself from the clutches of his old Leader and getting himself prepared for the day, Nick clambers out of the cabin and up onto the outer deck, immediately feeling the scolding sunlight scorch his skin, smelling the fresh open air of the ocean, tasting the salt that lingers around him, and hearing the seagulls squawking in the distance.

Despite the fact that the Scorch is far more deadlier than the Glade ever was, Nick would say that he definitely prefers mornings out here. At least the air is fresher, and it is nice to hear the happy voices of all the other members of the Right Arm quickly dashing towards the kitchen, where Betty always is, swaying her mind away from her worries of Travis by doing the one thing that Nick has come to learn she loves.

Cook.

Of course, the specialty is almost always fish, which is something he never had in the Glade... actually, it is something he does not think he has ever had until arriving here, and after two months of eating the same thing every day, he has began to miss Frypan's food.

But one particularly hefty grumbling of his stomach ensures the fact that he will eat whatever he is given, regardless of whether or not he likes it.

Realising the time and that he better get a shift on if he wants to get there before the food is all gone, Nick steps off the boat, being careful with the way he hops up onto the side and slides his feet down onto the pier - in case he falls into the water again, like he did last week.

He stuffs his hands into his pockets as soon as he is steady and begins slowly sauntering along from the very end of the pier - courtesy of Alby, who wanted the last boat on the row - and he keeps his footsteps light, and his head hung slightly to avoid bumping into anyone and having to speak this early in the morning.