As I walk along the shore line and dig my feet into the sand I recoil as my foot hits something hard, as I stare down I notice in horror that Gold paladin has left a fire burning by the sea edge."Goooooold!" I screech running into the ice cold water.A large silver ship with the word 'Flevanz' inscribed on the side headed towards the dock and more importantly, me. I duck down as a torrent sweeps over my head and I wonder why I thought it was a good idea to leave camp at this time in the morning, with the donors coming in with loot from other islands banks. Join our island they said, it will be fun they said. Sighing I pull myself out of the water and onto the shore.
I was lucky not to wake everyone in camp at 3am in the morning so I don't want to risk heading back in there. Blanks hotel is most likely full as always with the islanders that have left camp because of unrest. I suppose I can call up the board of mods for temporary accommodation but that involves walking ALL the way up mount TimeOut, something I don't have the patience to do when I'm fully awake, let alone half asleep. The last option I can think of is heading to Flukes late night bar ironically called 'the stream'. I stumble in to see Fluke and Rage slumped over a karaoke machine belting out what I imagine could be anything, but after listening closer recognising the slur to be the backstreet boys 'everybody', with backstreet replaced with the word donors. After three verses, all the same chorus repeated over and over, I sit slumped over the bar and rest my head on the oddly warm oak. The next thing I remember was a towel being thrown at my head and Manz looking at me strangely.
"whaa..What happened?" I ask a sniggering Manz as she hands me a tiny compact. My face looks normal until I look down and see a curly moustache drawn on my face.
"Sorry Bard, I came in to work a morning shift when I saw Rage stood with a marker doodling on your face" Manz smiles handing me a cloth. I thank her and examine the great clock outside as I absentmindedly rub at my upper lip. Reality hits me like a brick wall as I realise its 12 and I'm late to open my book store, 'Bards books' I rush down Flanna lane and take an interception down Songbird Street and open the door quickly and collapse over the newly delivered fanfictions and books. Whilst no one is here I decide to open Skype on the store computer and call the group. Everyone starts to join as a bell chimes Rages outro signalling a customer has walked in. I swiftly close down Skype and kick my feet off of the dusty desk and greet the customer. I snuggle into my chair and smile thinking how grateful I am that it is Friday and I have a whole day too myself on this strange island.