James T. Kirk

Thanks to some hunting by them both and a few calls around, they discovered Crescent Lake on Risa. It was tucked into the absolute middle of no where, so deep in the woods Jim hid his cycle beneath a tarp and they walked the rest of the way, then suddenly there was nothing but blue and green as far as his eyes could see. It was probably one of the most gorgeous sights he ever saw. Absolutely pristine and perfect.

They made camp along the shore of the lake, got things like wood and stones together, and loved every moment of it.

Their tradition was well set, and each year it just got a little better. Something new that improved, better equipment, better location, more time... everything. Jim was happy as long as it wasn't a raining miserable mess and Bones was there. And maybe a bag of cheese curls.

Speaking of those cheese curls... Jim had one very impressive picture to prove the power of cheese curls as fishing bait.



Yea, that was his sexy man with one giant ass space fish. Now it was hanging up, drying out, and there was a light debate on how hard it would be to hang on the wall in their shared quarters back on board.