Beautiful Creatures.

Chapter 39

(Freedom.)

Another day at sea. Hercules put the pack of cigarette back into his shirt pocket and stood beside Doug.

It was sunny and the wind smelled like that headless fish that they had in a box within the kitchen.

Saltfish it was called.

Buttercup was below cooking up a storm and Doug had already told him that Buttercup's cooking was a trap.

"A good trap or a bad trap?"

Hercules had asked him.

Doug had smiled.

"You will taste for yourself."

Doug had replied.

Hercules had lit a cigarette and watched as Doug walked over to Bruce. Bruce sat in a chair by the side of the boat in jeans shorts, no shirt and a broad hat. He looked every bit like a relaxed tourist.

He had a fishing rod in his hands and though he had cast a line hours ago, he had caught nothing.

"Fish ain't taking the bait?"

Hercules heard Doug say.

Bruce shook his head to indicate no.

"Maybe it is not the right bait."

Hercules kept on smoking. He watched the sails puffing its white chest out.

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