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Running late...
Time's running out...
...damn...

Ian hitched his pants on while hobbling on one foot, the other was up in the air, a sock perilously dangling from his big toe. Mornings were not his friend. And to make matters worse, the hotel's complimentary coffee machine was on the fritz and so only provided a single cup of obnoxiously strong coffee. Yes, it'd done the trick of getting his system up, but it tasted like raw ash in liquid form. And there was hardly time for breakfast.

The day seemed to agree with him as it cheerfully cluttered the sky with ominous clouds. Maybe if he hurried he could miss the rainstorm... but it wasn't looking like a real possibility. Zipping up the fly on the well worn pair of black jeans, he leaned against the wall to finish putting on his sock. There wasn't even time to fix his hair, a fact that he sighed heavily over. The dark brown tresses of the this wanna-be rock god would have to flop about on their lonesome today.

He would NOT miss this opportunity, a silent vow he made to himself. He wanted this chance for a writer's workshop, and dammit, he would have it.

By the time he made it down to the docks, Ian was a full ten minutes late.

"Sorry sorry!" He called to the man standing by the Jazzy Tune, the boat he'd been told to catch. "I had a bad start to the day, but I'm here now."

"Yeah, Ian Hammit, nice to meet you." Ian gave a quick nod of his head as his hands were full with his suitcase and guitar case. Balancing on top of his rolling suit case was a case containing his 30-watt Fender Champ amp. But other than the excessive amp it seemed the man traveled light. With only his guitar case, one large suitcase, amp, and a laptop bag. "Sorry again for being late. I hope we can make it before this storm gets here."

He took a look around the dock, there was no one really there besides the two of them. Troubling... "Am I the only one then?"

"Oh well..." Ian didn't finish his thought as he had been hoping for more people on the boat ride over. It was much easier to not speak about himself if there were more people around. He followed the man onto the boat, passing his suitcase and amp over carefully, before walking onto the boat with his laptop and guitar. Setting them down with care, he dug into the box of life jackets trying to find one to fit his skinny frame. Finding a decent sized one he put it on and cinched it tight.

"How many went over yesterday? If you don't mind my asking?" Ian sat down on a nearby flat surface, that wasn't the edge of the boat. "I'm pretty excited about going over there and getting started. Is it a long trip?"

He took a look out at the horizon doing his best to not fret over the storm clouds rolling in. There were several islands visible, but he really had no idea where they were going... A thought he hadn't really touched on much before.

Ian took a moment to think of himself, well if they looked anything like himself then yes they probably were a weird bunch. "Well that's comforting to know." Ian replied looking off at the clouds. It would certainly be easier to stave off unwanted questions if he stayed out of the cabin, but then again it didn't really seem like this man cared at all about who he was ferrying. Which was okay really but damn Ian's friendly nature.


He reached carefully into his laptop bag and pulled out a legal pad and a pen. If nothing else he could get a few story and song ideas scribbled down in the three hours it took to get the island. "Alright then captain, ready whenever you are. Is there anything I should know before we set out? Aside form the obvious, 'don't fall overboard'?"

The bit about the seagulls did not bode well for Ian... Once he'd had a cat try and claw out his industrial piercing, an experience that neither he or the cat would ever forget. Why hadn't he brought a hat... Oh well, he could only hope that without the sun shining there wouldn't be much of a reflection off the metal to attract any birds' attention.

Sunscreen... crap... Knew he was forgetting something, just hadn't figured on forgetting something so very important. especially to someone with a lighter complexion like himself. "Hmmm... wouldn't happen to have any sunscreen here would you?" He asked hopefully. Luck had been failing him this morning and it was about time that that changed for his favor...

Well he'd dealt with worse than a sunburn before... or so he thought. But it was hard to say whether slogging through groupie vomit and having a blistering sunburn were comparable...

Excellent! Ian smiled genially at the man and got up to follow him into the cabin. "Thanks, I'll be sure and ask one of the others to have pity on me." They walked into the inners of the boat and Ian took a few moments to appreciate the quality of the vehicle. He'd been on a few boat trips in his time, some grand some... not so grand. But he was pretty sure none of them were going to compare to the experience he was headed to now.

"So... what's the island like?" Ian asked unable to keep his mouth shut for any stretch of time when he wasn't alone. An innate character flaw of his, it had driven his college roommate crazy by the first semester.

It sounded like a nice little slice of paradise to Ian. As much time as he'd spent in exotic locations, a tropical island usually wasn't on the list. He could hardly wait to arrive and begin soaking it all in. Hey maybe if he was really lucky he'd find inspiration to actually write a song. Not that there was anything particularly metal about an island, but it could be a power ballad. That was, if he was able to think of anything to begin with.

"Thanks a lot." Ian smiled as he popped the top of the bottle up. He took a small handful and rubbed it into his exposed skin. God the man was a life saver. "I'm gonna head out onto the deck for a little while longer if that's okay? Take in the sea before the storm arrives if you don't mind." He also knew that if he stayed in the cabin with him that he'd drive the man crazy with questions. And that was no way to make a first impression.