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Richard had spent a good two days working on his map, hoping to turn the measurements into something useful but it appeared that his paces were fairly inconsistant. The finish product had looped around itself and overlapped. Useless.

Time for a little R&R, there was no hurry after all. So Richard had set out early that morning for a bit of fishing. This had been far more successful than his previous attempt and by noon he had caught two fish that looked edible. So Richard was on his way back to village with a bucket that held two good sized fish when he spotted Chana's fish on the rock by the river.

He stopped and looked around for the owner.

Richard walked down to the river's edge for a better look. Somebody was obiviously a better fisherman than he was although maybe not particularly bright. Who leaves their catch out to rot in such an orderly fashion?

Then Richard spied the shirt. With a bit of a grunt he leaned over and picked it up. Richard stretched it out to inspect it.

He left their shirt too? He looked up and down the river, nobody swimming as far as he could see.

Richard had been peering down the river when Chana had surfaced and jumped a bit when a heard a voice from a direction had been sure nobody had been in. He dropped the shirt in surprise and whipped his head around in Chana's direction.

He missed her with the first glance, scanning the opposite bank before noticing the brown furred figure floating on the water's surface. He blinked once at her appearence, there was no shock or horror, just recognition. Beaver. Suddenly things made much more sense.

"Ah, hello." Richard started with a nod of his head, the hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth.

There was nothing small about Richard, he stood well over six feet tall, his very overweight body hanging on his wide frame. His ane had been leaned againist the same rock Chana had put her fish.

Richard squatted to take Chana's offered hand with some difficultly but very little hesitation. "Richard." He handshake was firm and confident.

Pushing himself back to his feet was far more difficult without his cane than he remembered and he grunted with effort. He pause for breath before continuing. "I was just admiring your catch. I was hoping to ask what you used for bait but it does appear that our methods differ somewhat." He grinned in a friendly fashion as he took a step back to allow Chana out of the water if she desired.

"Oh, I've been here for alittle more than two weeks now." Richard moves towards his cane (And the fish) to retrieve it.

"From the looks of it you've been here for quite some time." She also seemed far more upbeat than most islanders he'd met, although it was far to early to judge yet.

Richard decided the rock next to the "Fish Rock" Would make a good seat and settled himself upon it.

Used to things? Is that acceptance or resignation? "I suppose I'll get to that point someday and settle into this little "retirement community." Not much of a community yet, but I suppose that will change in time." Richard thought of the isolation he sees in so many of the villagers.

He chuckled at a sudden thought. "You don't happen to play bridge do you?"

"Arwen? I'm afriad I haven't met her. Did they punish her for trying to escape?" Richard looked concerned but this was also some new information for him. Tommy's assianation attempt had been the only escape attempt he knew about.

"A pity, I'll have to start teaching it at some point I suppose. A great game to pass the time."

Richard looked at the fish besides him. "Not to say solo activities cannot be forefilling.