A few months later...
A man in his mid 30's by the look of it, awakens in his scrounged together room. The sound of the thundering waves crashing by his old, rickety window being the culprit for his early wakeup call... again.
He gets out of bed, throwing on an oversized poets' shirt, some worn out pants and a nice pair of water boots. making his way through the small seaside home, giving a tired, yet happy 'Good morning' to an older man in the kitchen.
"Well, aren't you up early, my boy." said the older man, as he turned to the boy, cooking knife in hand. The boy rubbing the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle. "Sorry sir, I know you like me sleeping in."
"No need to apologize Isaac, I know those waves make it hard to not wake before the suns fully up." The older man sets down his cooking knife, before walking over to the door and grabbing an apron and a basket, handing them to Isaac.
"Sense you've found yourself up already, why don't you open the stand up for me this morning? I can bring you breakfast once it's done, and then you may go fishing." Isaac gingerly takes the items, looking inside the basket, only to see the few fish left from the last hauling. him then looking back to the older man with a nod.
"Sure thing sir! and um, thank you for cooking." he says, looking away with a small smile. "You're welcome as always. Now, run and get that stand open before the morning rush." The older man says, waving Isaac off.
YOU ARE READING
A pirate's siren song
NouvellesThis is a short writing exercise using my two OC's Isaac Fisher, & Atlas Valerie. I'll be writing the start to their story and how they first meet. If I enjoy it enough, I may continue past that.
