RONIN
"As alternatives go," Ronin agrees, wiping off his hands and rolling his shoulders while his duplicate hops aboard to collect their tools and bring them down onto the sand. "At least the tide is going out," he remarks, else they'd be scooting the boat up the beach every few minutes. But with the headboards holding everything in place, they're free to not have sex in the mountains, Remi, but continue with some other hard labour. Hooray.
It is, at least, a labour of love, and between the two of them Ronin is confident that their little boat will be more than seaworthy by the end of the day. That doesn't mean he's a fan of all the seaweed, though. "We should make her a flag," he decides of The Northaven. "And a crow's nest, for Sugar and Oria to hang out in."
It is, at least, a labour of love, and between the two of them Ronin is confident that their little boat will be more than seaworthy by the end of the day. That doesn't mean he's a fan of all the seaweed, though. "We should make her a flag," he decides of The Northaven. "And a crow's nest, for Sugar and Oria to hang out in."
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