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IRONFLINT HAVING A NICE, UNEVENTFUL DAY WHERE HE DOESN'T TOTALLY SELF DESTRUCT.

It’s a brilliantly sunny day in the British Virgin Islands. Alex is sitting on Washington’s yacht on a padded chair, next to the set-in speedboat, reading one of Washington’s old Clive Clussler novels. He doesn’t think they’re that interesting, but Washington made some reference to something that happened in the book, and he didn’t get it, and he beat himself up over it. Plus, he hasn’t had this much time off in weeks. It isn’t technically time off - Washington might need him to help dock the boat somewhere or buy some beer from one of the store-boats that come around or inflate the tires on his bike or something, and he’s sous-chef’d for the chef a few times, chopping vegetables or stirring soup - but fuck, it sure feels like it. “Working” doesn’t usually entail suntans and fresh scallops and the amazing sight of the ocean surrounding them, islands appearing out of nowhere. The yacht chef made an amazing dinner last night of lionfish and asparagus and Alex is still thinking about it. Breakfast was poached eggs and spinach.

(He has successfully spread the imposter feelings across the bottom of his stomach like gum on the street, and hardly even notices it.)

“Hamilton,” Washington says, appearing from the boat’s innards. Washington looks really good stepping out of Brooks Brothers catalogue. Alex licks his lips, thinks maybe he can convince his boss into a quick fuck in his gorgeous cabin. “The next time you see the boat shop, get ketchup, or if you don’t see the boat shop, find it on the island.”

“Yes, sir,” Alex says, and mentally sticks it in the front of his mind.

“‘Polar Shift’?” Washington says, looking at the cover of his book. “That’s a good one.”

“It’s fine,” Hamilton says. Washington grunts, and disappears back into the boat. Working, probably, Alex thinks. That’s fine. He folds the page of the book down, strips off his shirt and globs some more sunscreen onto him, then sets the chair to horizontal and closes his eyes. Just him and the sun and the ocean.