a bottle of ale for hope

walk with me

It has been a week since Sandara saw land. The last time was when Kris saved her. She is working as the cook and the keeper of the boat. Kris is at the bridge looking for a nearby island. Their food stock is depleting and they have to replenish it fast.

Before sundown Kris was able to locate one but to his dismay it is one of the island that everyone recognizes him. "Island," Kris shouted. Sandara immediately ran the short distance from the galley to the bridge.

When they reached the shoreline Kris disguised himself. He put on a scarf and hooded jacket and cap. Sandara looked at him curiously.

"You look hideous," Sandara smiled.

"I hate people so I hide from them if I could, hey, do you want to come with?" Kris asked. Sandara looked down to herself. She has been wearing Kris 's shirts and pajamas. " I think I'm under-dressed," Sandara said.

Kris smiled and went to the cabin. When he got back he gave her a cast off jeans. a hoodie jacket, her shoes and a pair of shears. "Do a little magic with the pants," he said. Sandara smiled as she took the things to her cabin. When she got back to the bridge she is already wearing a cutt off short, the hoodie jacket and her shoes with a touch of denim on them.

Kris put down the gangplank and made their way to the center of the island praying nobody will recognize him.