Captain Sam Kirk, with a machete in hand, wandered back into the tree line looking for fruit. It had been over a week since they had left their last port. His men were becoming restless, so they had mored the ship out in the cove and gone ashore to relearn what it felt like to have earth beneath their feet. There were no fruit trees on the beach, so he had unsheathed his knife and gone to explore, leaving his men on the beach napping and feasting.
At the bottom a valley he spotted a mango tree heavy with fruit. Sam made his way down, and as he approached it he saw a man laying limp at its base. Raising the machete to strike, he moved closer, but the man did not move. He grabbed the back of the man's shirt and rolled him over to lay on his back. The man was badly sunburned and beaten, but Sam was sure of who he was.
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Date: 2009-09-19 04:54 am (UTC)At the bottom a valley he spotted a mango tree heavy with fruit. Sam made his way down, and as he approached it he saw a man laying limp at its base. Raising the machete to strike, he moved closer, but the man did not move. He grabbed the back of the man's shirt and rolled him over to lay on his back. The man was badly sunburned and beaten, but Sam was sure of who he was.