My unicorn got run over by a tractor

It had been ages since the last time Duke had been fishing, and he didn't have a stock of supplies on the Fin and Tonic, but there were plenty of places to pick up gear, and it wasn't like he was strapped for cash. So after Lucifer had mentioned enjoying hanging out with him while he fished, Duke had picked up a rod and some bait and looked for a good quiet spot for some casual fishing.

The guy at the shop had talked his ear off about catching bonefish, so he was actually pretty excited.

He sent his location to both his partners -- in case Octavia should want to hang out as well -- and settled in with his rod to see what he could catch.

[nfb, natch, for the partners and all the slow play as usual!]

Duke sailed into port right on time. He stood as he eased the OceaNyx in and shouted "Ahoy, Fin and Tonic!"

He'd only been alone for two nights, not the four he'd originally been thinking about. But it was plenty. He was more than ready to see his people again.

[for tho partners, should they want to ping in. NFB]

Duke had spent most of the last few days in the water. Not being able to decompress from the events in LA with a good swim had not done wonders for his headspace, and being here, sans cast, meant he felt more like himself than he had in ages. He'd even managed some light yoga this morning, being gentle with his wrist as he rebuilt the muscle tone, which had also done wonders for his sense of peace and calm.

And, yeah, okay, doing a bit of rescheduled therapy with Linda over the phone, to make up for the appointment he'd missed by being an entirely different version of himself over the weekend, had helped, too.

Now, he was just sitting at the boat's stern, feet dangling in the water as he soaked in the tropical sun, his head blessedly empty as he watched the light sparkle against the water.

[nfb due to distance. Expecting one, but open to both those here with him, and any phone calls or texts!]