The Sailboat (Open)

Jeremiah quietly strolled down the docks, his feet quietly shuffled against the wood every few steps. His hands stayed dipped inside of his pockets, his eyes directed at the ground. His head lifted as he moved forward, eyes scanning the ships and boats which lined the port.

His lips pursed together for a moment before they puckered entirely. He began to release a steady stream of air, a high pitched whistle flowing constantly from his mouth. He held one note for a prolonged space of time before the pitches slowly began to change, the tune taking shape as "My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean".

He continued the little tune until he found what he was looking for, a green and white sailboat stayed tied up to the dock. He took a couple of steps back away from the boat, before he sprinted three or four steps and jumped onto the deck. He dropped the bridge down off of the side of the ship, allowing it to smack down on the deck. His tune continued on as he scoured the sailboat for his things, he picked up a military style rucksack and slung it over his shoulders.

He placed a full faced motorcycle helmet under his arm, he looked around the general area, searching for something. He seemed to see what he was looking for, and he dropped his things. He grinned, taking a few steps toward the dark item. He placed the leather jacket over his shoulders, adjusting it over his black tee. He picked up the grey and white helmet and placed it on his head, he also slung the rucksack back over his shoulder.

Jeremiah took a couple of steps towards the inside of the cabin, he rolled out a black motorcycle, an extremely nice one. A black and grey Ducati. He rolled it off of the small sailboat and looked down the docks, grinning beneath the helmet.

It was another day where Sandra’s blood was boiling, which was actually not far from fact. The constant overheating nature of her body was doing nothing good for her mood, so she decided that it would be best to cool off by going outside for a little while. She packed up a few heat pads in her jacket pockets in case she might need them if her body temperature was to decrease. She decided that maybe some impulse shopping over at the port would put her in a better mood.

After a long trip of browsing and finding nothing of interest to her, Sandra thought she might find more entertainment at the docks. She was basically up for anything that could get her mind off of her suddenly spastic powers. She wandered along the port staring into the filthy unclear water.

Her state of apathy was quickly interrupted by the loud sound of a wooden plank being dropped onto one of the docks. Her eyes searched the area until she spotted the sailboat predicting that the noise arose near it. At first she didn’t think much of it, until she her interest was piqued by a figure stepping out of the boat with a motorcycle at his side. She was never the kind of person who was big into cars or vehicles in general, but it was about the most interesting thing that she’s seen all day.

She rushed her way over to the helmet wearing figure so that she could at least get to look at the bike before he took off with it. Even at a distance it seemed to be fairly well kept and shiny. Once she made it she clasped her hands together as she gazed at the bike with a large eccentric smile on her face. “Ah dude, that’s a sweet looking bike! Are you a professional racer or something? If so what the hell are you doing here?” she barraged the man with questions oblivious that the man behind the mask was Jeremiah.

Jeremiah took a few moments to be extremely confused and lost before a smile formed beneath the helmet, knowing that she wouldn't know that it was him. He removed his hands from the handlebars, and clasped them together, after he placed the kickstand down. The rings which always sat on his hands clicked together softly, pops of blue electricity could be seen on the surface.

"Hello Sandra-Darlin, thank you for the compliment on my bike, no I'm not a professional racer, and the hell I'm doing here is being a student."

Jeremiah laughed softly as he pulled his helmet off, hanging it on a handlebar. He had said all of the afore mentioned things in his Italian accent. He smiled brightly at Sandra.

"Buon pomeriggio- Good afternoon, and how are you doing today, Sandra?"

The second that the motor-masked man’s hands glowed with electricity, Sandra knew who it was behind the mask. She felt a bit stupid for not noticing when she first saw Jeremiah, but she was more shocked that he owned such an expensive looking bike. She wasn’t sure why she couldn’t believe that the guy could possibly own something that nice looking. It wasn’t like he didn’t mention that he grew up in a rich family.

She had a brief expression of surprise when the boy took his helmet off. She didn’t feel that much humiliation for her mistake, but she still felt a little bit. “Oh, Jeremy?! I had no idea you… uh owned a bike” she tried to justify while fumbling over her own words. Her gaze focused on the motorcycle for a few seconds as she admired the gloss of it. “Damn, you must of slapped a ton of wax on that to keep it so shiny!”

She focused back on him and joined him in a laugh quickly. Of course the first thing he asked her was how her day was going, well she could tell the truth and make the conversation dwell on how bad her day had been or she could lie and not have to go through that. She made a quick decision to not lie because she didn’t really care if he knew. “My day, well… It’s left a lot to be desired let’s just put it that way” she answered remembering well that her exact statement had been on one of her report cards before. She sunk her hands into her jacket pockets as she squeezed the heat pads she packed earlier.

Jeremiah tilted his head at her statements, right eyebrow raising in the air. He smiled at her, understanding the confusion that she had. With everybody it was the same, he wore Walmart quality clothes constantly, but he was raised in a very rich family, he himself owned a small fortune. He simply didn't seem like the person who would. He frowned at her last statement.

"Well, if you want, I'll take you on a ride through the port and market, maybe that'll make you feel better. Better yet, I'm yours to command. What do you want to do today Sandra-Darlin?"

He dipped his hands in his pocket and leaned to the right, hitting a wooden post that would keep him up. He smiled at her, dangling the Ducati keys in his fingers.

"Tutto quello che vuoi- Whatever you want."

Sandra was a bit overwhelmed when Jeremiah openly stated that they could do whatever she wanted. Her plans of the day already went sour, so she had no clue of what else to do. She wondered if there was a theater anywhere in Albion, but if there was she’d probably know about it. Even if there was she probably wouldn’t want to see anything that was there anyways, modern movies sucked in her eyes. The boy made a suggested that they should go for a ride together, but she knew that idea wouldn’t be good. “You wouldn’t want to get that close to me. I haven’t even explained to you the extent of my ability, I would suck the heat out of you until you’re a frozen husk” she stated plainly “Well, not that fast, but you get the point.”

She fiddled around in her pocket for a short while as she searched the area around them in deep thought. She didn’t find anything too particularly interesting, but she still attempted to make a suggestion. “Um, I don’t know. Do want to go browse the video store? They didn’t have much interesting when I was there, but I don’t know. Maybe you like bad movies.”

Jeremiah frowned momentarily, both about the explanation of her powers, and the assumption that he enjoyed bad movies. He nodded quietly and closed his eyes momentarily, mind shifting through things to do. He then quietly blinked.

"I've got an idea then, how about we go out on the water? That's my sailboat, I know how to use it, and I have food on there already. And since there isn't any direct contact, you wouldn't be indirectly hurting me."

He shrugged softly, he figured that it might be a long shot, but he did feel bad about the fact that she was having a bad day. He pocketed the Ducati keys, tilting his head at the girl.

"By the way, no, I don't enjoy bad movies, in fact, I'm not too into movies in general, there's a select few that I enjoy. I'm much more of a music person."

Water didn’t really make Sandra feel comfortable, in fact the only kind of water she’s ever interacted with was steaming hot showers and hot tubs. She doesn’t really know how to swim either, but she wasn’t the kind to be paranoid on boats. Though it overall seemed like a bad idea for her in general she was considering whether or not she personally wanted to go. There was also the factor that if she were to discharge that it would probably burn the sail and potentially the entire ship. “There are so many reasons why I shouldn’t, but I don’t know I’m tempted” she spoke with a slightly devilish grin growing on her face.

“Dude I wasn’t accusing you of anything, I was just saying there might be a possibility. I have no clue what you’re in to, besides bikes and polishing them apparently.” She stated as though Jeremiah was the one in the wrong. She paced around the boy and his bike and investigated his boat further. “Whatever floats your boat I suppose. I’ll make you watch my movies if I have to though. You have to pass the movie test in order to cement this friendship.” she said smirking as she continued to eye the boat.

Jeremiah chuckled softly at her comments, and the tone that accused him of being in the wrong somehow. He quietly pulled the leather jacket off of his shoulders and draped it across his bike. He stood on top of the small pillar that his boat was tied upon, he lifted his arms backwards, then threw them forward. The boat was now a good ten feet away, on a raised plane, and constantly rising and falling due to the calm waves. His hands caught the edge of the sailboat railing, and he pulled up, lifting a bit into the air. Jeremiah spun himself around and now sat on the edge of the boat. He smiled at Sandra.

"I'll tell you what Sandra. I'll agree to any movie you want to watch, if you do two things. Come with me on the boat, and wheel my bike over to the less sketchy area of the Pier."

He indicated a place no further than fifty feet away.

"If you do those two things, I'll agree to all of the movies, no matter what. So, do we have a deal?"

Sandra gazed over to where Jeremiah suggested her to put his bike. It was quite a distance away, but it made sense to hide it considering how expensive and clean it looked. Though it did make her wonder who would steal the bike considering the island was such a small community and anybody would be caught quickly if they had the bike. She still snickered at the fact he was trying to swindle a deal out of her. “Oh, look at you making deals as though you had a choice in the matter” she spoke in a sort of cutesy manner. “I’ll do it though” she continued returning to her regular tone of voice.

She grabbed the handles of the motorcycle and began to walk it over to the location Jeremy had pointed out to her. Her pace was a little fast, but she went slowly enough so that she didn’t accidently run the bike off the dock. She wondered what the boy’s reaction would be if she would’ve done that. He seemed kind of laid back so she might be able to get away with it, but she wasn’t entirely sure of that. She quickly placed the bike and slowly backed away from it making sure it didn’t fall over. Once she was out of reach from it she jogged back to the part of the dock where the boy’s boat was.

Sandra stared at the boat in relation to the dock to judge how she should jump onto it. Once she determined it she leapt from the dock and onto the boat. Once she balanced herself she looked over to the Jeremiah “oh yeah, my number one rule about movie night: no bringing dates, I don’t want any of that third wheel shit.”

Jeremiah laughed softly, mouth turning up in a smile. He turned and hopped onto the deck of the ship. His right foot kicked forward towards the cabin, his left following soon after as it hit the ground. His hands dipped into his pockets, head ducking beneath the low ceiling to the cabin.

"I wouldn't worry about that Darlin, I've yet to be on a date, I don't think I'm going to be getting one any time soon I don't think, at least not one based on mutual romantic emotion towards each other. But either way, will-do Sandra. I promise I will never bring a date to a movie night."

His hands lifted from his pockets, he carefully removed each ring from his hand, setting them inside of the glove box on the right hand side of the cabin. As he made his way out he made sure to lift a long pole with a hook off of one of the seats. Jeremiah began to remove his shoes.

"I'm going to lay a responsibility on you. To get out of dock, I need to get some sort of pressure on the boat to get out out. I need you to hook it around one of the moorings on the dock and start to pull us out, I'll get into the water and direct the boat so that we don't hit the sides, think you can handle that?"

Sandra was quick to feel cozy on the boat, though leaning over the side of it did make her a bit nervous. She would be in a lot of trouble if she were to fall into the water, but she felt that it was a high improbability. Then again, she thought that the whole incident in winter was a high probability as well and that didn’t end well for her. She snapped back to reality when Jeremiah’s feet impacted against the deck.

He swore to the rule Sandra had put in place and generally she trusted him for it since she’s never had a friend break that rule yet. “Eh, I wouldn’t worry too much about that. From my experience people with accents can get laid pretty easily. Though, I don’t know about Italian” she stated with a less than serious tone as she grasped the pole she was given.

She leaned her body over the edge of the boat trying her best not to look down to give herself a false sense of safety. It wasn’t as effective as she thought it would, but it was better than overly thinking about the ways she could die if she slipped. She hooked one of the moorings and twisted her head as much as she could in order to look at the boy or rather where she thought he would still be. “Okay! I got it, just tell me when” she announced over to the boy. She had a slight feeling of regret growing in the back of her mind, but she tried to ignore it because she felt she was probably in capable hands. Probably.

Jeremiah smiled reassuringly at her, as though he could tell that she was nervous. He stripped his shirt off and set it on his shoes and socks. He picked up the stack and dropped them off in the cabin. He exited the cabin and walked to the front of the boat, his legs tensed up, and he sprang forward and upwards, his hands came together and he splashed quietly into the water. After a few moments he resurfaced where he would have to steer, he laughed and shook his hair off.

"Alright Sandra! Pull!"

Jeremiah pushed his shoulder against the boat preparing to steer it away from the docks, he began to kick beneath the water, he quietly squinted towards the dark waters. He nodded softly, sure that he'd be able to steer correctly. He himself was already moving the boat, her assistance would help greatly.

Sandra’s movements went stiff until the boy announced for her to do what she was tasked to. She was quick to realize that she was probably one of the worst candidates for doing anything that required physical strength. Most of her days were spent sitting on a chair, her eyes glued to the TV, so her upper body strength was definitely lacking. That didn’t stop her from trying her best to pull the boat out from the dock, but it still wasn’t too much force. To Jeremiah it might seem like a slight boost if anything else.

She was a bit unsatisfied by the amount she moved the sailboat by, so her eyes quickly investigated the rest of the boat searching for anything that might make her task easier on her. Of course there was nothing, but she felt she might as well try. “Uh, okay I did it! I don’t think I’m strong enough though! Do you have anything in your cabin that might help? Like a body builder or a couple of steroid injections?” she loudly questioned.

Jeremiah laughed loudly at her question, a large smile forming on his face. He had found that the boat had made it into the tide, and as such the boat began to float away from the dock. Jeremiah climbed up the pegs on the boat, his jeans were positively soaking wet, but staying up due to his belt.

"No I don't, Sandra. But you did your job well, we simply had to make it into the current so that we could exit safely. Well done indeed Darlin. As long as the current keeps up we should be moving in no time."