small village to be, each one different in shape and colour.

The Jet Ski still sits on its trailer, the rain cover held firmly in position but ruffling in the wind. He wasn’t a fan of preparing escape plans like this, why prepare for failure after all right? But the contingency lessons he’d sat through in training, which as a younger more arrogant version of himself considered a sign of weakness, he was now thankful for and in retrospect blessed each word from the instructors mouth.

The wind whips up in a powerful gust all of a sudden and they both duck behind the wall for cover.

Dylan leans into him and whispers: Are we going to sleep here?

Steve looks at him, he forgot that