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It had taken hours of struggling through a muddy jungle floor only to have the terrain shift to impossibly cumbersome, soft soil but he'd finally made it. The only evidence of the boy's battle with the landscape were the uneven tracks his wheels made as they trailed out from the treecover onto the exposed beach, eventually leading to the stationary figure in a wheelchair.

The sharkboy looked out of place to say the least, an awkward monument far enough from the beach bar to render an image of a stone statue alone in the sand. He didn't know why he'd woken up that morning determined to fight his way here, the rolling waves were offering no comfort; on the contrary, they just made him feel restless. Even with this, he still wouldn't take his eyes off of the swirling blue.

Oz almost missed the few days of practically being forced into semi- and full nakedness as a result of his physical changes. It was the only time he'd managed to keep cool on this Island! But now, having finally caved in to requesting larger sized clothing, he wandered around this day dressed in loose khaki shorts and a barely-breathable blue shirt - colours that did not match his deathly grey skin well.

Seeking out shade as he walked the path through the jungle, he instantly sought out the cool sea breeze upon leaving the overhanging cover. Two dark blocks punctuated the golden sands, casting a big blanket of fear and cowardice over Oz. Having been locked in his duplex for days, the sight of half-beasts in wheelchairs came as a renewed shock to him.

Even moreso when one of them had teeth and the other was slimy.

So what made Oz approach slowly? Morbid curiosity? Some kind of new kinship with them? He had started the change to man-beast afterall.

As the octopus came to a stop in the soft sand across from the shark, he gave him a look up and down. His gaze lingered on the bark and the melded legs, his dim recollection of the boy reminding him that he had definatly been able to stand the last time he had seen him. "Y'look t'me li' a man wha' needs a drink. I c'tell by tha' look on yer face."

"A' coul' use woon." The boy admitted weakly, finally able to pry his eyes from the sea to properly address his fellow aquatic man. Unfortunately it also gave him the opportunity to finally notice the giant of a man next to Billy whom he hadn't even noticed had approached. The sharkboy flinched in surprise, the twitchy motion of the creature he most resembled inhibited by his new metal prison. He would've run if he could have or at least leapt back a few paces, but his instinctual efforts only resulted in a dangerous rock of his wheelchair.

Flustered by his own reaction and before anything could be said about it, the boy could be seen attempting to turn the metal frame of his chair around to start a path towards the bar.

Oz stated backwards as poor Alec and Billy were taken off guard. He seemed to instinctively through his hands up in a defensive, apologetic manner.

"Woah, sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you," he mumbled as Alec began to wheel himself away.

The octopus-man's accent was thick, but that wasn't what was gaining Oz's attention. The way he manipulated those limbs, those inhuman limbs, was just...it made him shudder all over for a brief moment. Following like a sheep does a shephard, he left heavy footprints in the sand. He'd gone beyond caring who he was sharing a drink with. He just wanted a drink. For the first time in possibly 2 months. He just wanted a drink.

"Uuhh...my name's Oz," he hesitantly introduced himself.

Alec. Oz. Brilliant, he was last and therefor wouldn't be embarassed by not having a clue what the shark kid had been named. "M'names William," He grunted and urged his chair faster to catch up beside the other boy, "So ye've been crippled too, eh?" He was a blunt sort of man, but what was the point in softening the blow? They were both in the same predicament, afterall- it would be nice to have someone to b***h to. "I'd push y'in return, bu' I don' know how well tha'd work out."

Alec nodded mutely at Billy's blunt observation, unfazed and somewhat less irritated than if those words had been spoken by anyone other than the octopus man. After a short moment of quiet contemplation, he gave a better acknowledgment. "Like bumpeh caw'rs a' c'n imagine." He commented amusedly, having put more expression into his joke had he not been so down at the time.

Frowning to himself but not letting it show outwardly, the teen slowly glanced up at the large, greyish man as if to communicate that he knew he was being stared at. The fact that Oz seemed to have gone through at least his first change didn't affect his mood at all, he simply didn't like to be stared at, most likely less than Billy really minded. "So wuh ye been up teh?" The sharkboy asked alloud though to whom he was directing the question to was left up in the air by his ambiguity. The group approached the bar and the boy was preoccupied trying to decide how to organize himself to leave room for others.

Oz caught the glance from Alec and got the message. He didn't dare look at them both again until they reached the bar. Billy's attempts at hauling himself onto a bar stool was a strange mixture of hilarity and sympathy. Flailing and slimy limbs. Determined expression. The octo-man's request for a drink provided a necessary distraction for Oz as he clumsily rummaged around the other side of the bar for glasses and drinks.

He'd never been much of a whisky drinker himself, but the Jack Daniels bottle was easy enough to recognise as whisky. Whilst pouring three glasses, he tried to listen to Billy's rambles, picking out key points from the accent.

"Err...what was the collar for?" he asked, his brow furrowed in worry.

English manners creeping in, he even went so far as to put coasters on the bar top before putting the glasses down in front of Alec and Billy. A great grin came to his face as Billy mentioned the theatre plans.

"Oh, so you're the mastermind behind it. Gaius has roped me in as labourer for that," he smirked and chuckled lightly.