#convo;sid

[bo-bellamy]

Bo decided not to go anywhere without her shotgun until the fucking Mystery Machine rolled in and unmasked the royal that burned down half the island. What a mess. A plane flew overhead this morning, and despite hers and Maddox’s best efforts, they couldn’t bring it down. How long did they have before a royal armada showed up? Days? Hours?

Bo needed some food. Specifically, chocolate. Which she had none of, so she was stuck traipsing over to the canteen, shotgun on her shoulder. As she came down the path from the villas, a tall figure ahead caused her to stop in her tracks.

“Sid? The fuck?”

@vausid

[jacobtulach]

let’s get the fuck out of here. @vausid

Jacob lit up a cigar and passed the box over to Sid without looking away from his fishing pole. Attaching bait to the hook, Jacob cast it out into the clear blue water. For a moment there was silence. Actual silence. No sounds from annoying royals or restless pirates. Just the soft lapping ocean against the sides of the boat.

And the rustle of a man wearing too many clothes for a fishing trip.

“You really never fished, Sid?” Jacob asked, taking the cigar from his teeth.