Blue Water Brings Us Together//snare/night/open

Maverick blinked, and sighed softly. He was going to have to fix this thinking problem of his, else he would find people looking at him strangely every time his head came out of the clouds. For now, though, he decided a change of topic would be the best way to go, to detract and distract from his odd look a moment ago.

"Ah, yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. So, what's your name? Since I'm absconding with you to the station and all, I figure I could at least know who to tell him I've brought when I get there."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lexi. My name is Maverick Basking, and I refuse to shorten it."

The station wasn't that far away now, only about seventy five feet. It sat on the sand, all white washed wood and straight boards, looking official and imposing despite the fact that it was really just a large shed full of radio and radars, to keep track of and communicate with the ships. Maverick had been there enough to know the dock master, who was a nice enough individual but still took his job and responsibilities very seriously.

The man in question stood just outside the door, leaning against a wall with a smoke in his mouth. Clearly an older man, he had thinning white hair, but was still visibly in good shape. He wore a peacekeeper's uniform, fresh-pressed that morning for him by, assumedly, his wife.

Maverick whistled loud enough to catch his attention, and when he was sure the man was paying attention, held his left arm out in front of him and made a circling motion around his wrist with the other hand. The dock master nodded, and disappeared into the station, returning a moment later with a small bandage roll.

Smiling at the efficient method of visual shorthand the two had come up with, Maverick jogged over and retrieved the roll from the man. Returning to Lexi, he brandished it triumphantly, as one who just won something very important would. "Here we are. Now, let's see that finger of yours."

Maverick smiled warmly. "Yeah, we do. I've known him ever since I started working at the dock, and he's seen more often than anyone should have to.'

The boy smiled again, starting to head back up the beach and away from the water. "Well, hopefully I'll see you later, Lexi. I have to go find my runt brother, and hopefully get home before dinner's gotten cold. It was a pleasure to meet you, and I hope to see you again soon."