BoneBrain
Everything's Shiny Cap'n
In Calypso’s embrace we cleave this land,
Island birthed, a sovereign stand,
Earth’s fabric altered, nature’s and my command.
So mote it be.
Island birthed, a sovereign stand,
Earth’s fabric altered, nature’s and my command.
So mote it be.
The Fractured Isles were three pin pricks of black shapes dotting the horizon, the land back lit by the rising sun as the ferry approached the biggest of the three islands. The island that was soon to be his new home. Tristan Connelly stood at the ferry’s helm, his golden brown eyes already spotting the repetitive flashing light of the lighthouse he knew to be on the southern most island. Tristan’s hips dipped and swayed with a rather impressive swell from the ocean, it was like second nature to him now- he knew just how to move with the ocean and her perilous dance.
Half an hour later Tristan returned to his SUV with it’s gleaming metal sides and meticulous interior detailing. Even the boxes and suitcases piled around him were neatly stacked and labeled. The ferry wasn’t full and it took no more than ten minutes for the engines around him to rumble to life before they began their decent off the boat and into Hythe, The Fractured Isles only town. Along it’s worn cracked concrete small shops stood, boasting a ramshackle hardware store, quaint bookstore café combo and even a small chain grocer. Thick black lamp posts lit the way for the early morning traffic and old worn signs carved into the shape of fish hung from it’s cast iron rungs.
Tristan didn’t think a town could be more inspired by the Hallmark channel if it tried. He followed the direction of his GPS and eventually drove out of Hythe’s ‘downtown’ and into the more residential parts of the island. Hundreds bushy trees shaded over sidewalk and homes and Tristan wondered what it might be like to see the island in fall. Surely the yellow and orange leaves were quite the compliment to the ever blue waters that surrounded them. The tires of his car crunched over the gravel drive as he made his way through a winding path up to a attached duplexes that littered a hill haphazardly.
It had taken several
“I hope the neighbours are quiet.” He muttered to no one in particular as he pushed his door open and collected the first of the items to bring inside.
The inside of the duplex was exactly as Tristan had arranged for it to be, with per-selected furniture set up neatly and according to his specifications. His fridge was already stocked with the essentials and after a quick peek in the hall cupboard he spotted all the cleaning supplies and linens he could ever need. If one were to look up the word over-prepared in the dictionary they would not be surprised to find Tristan’s photo there. Satisfied with everything Tristan returned outside and his golden eyes instantly moved down the long drive when he noticed the kicking up of dust in the distance as another car approached.