BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! WHACK.
Damn it. Not again. Not another alarm clock. I slowly open my eyes, knowingâŚâŚ yep â smashed to pieces. Guess Iâll be heading to the local market after work. I pick up the mangled wires and buttons and toss it into the trash can atop the other three Iâve destroyed this week.
I make a cup of coffee, careful not to squeeze the mug too tight and step onto the balcony. Closing my eyes, the sun kisses my skin â itâs already hanging high in the sky. The air is warm but not muggy and the surf mixed with the low hum of tourists enjoying the beach provides a glorious moment of serenity. To the south, I can see Skull Island, and it too seems calm. Maybe today will beâŚâŚ. normal. Well, relatively normal.
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âYouâre late.â
âDock it from the paycheck you SHOULD be paying me!â
Don just smiles and goes back to priming the till for tonight. Iâve worked at Donâs Beach Shack since I moved to the island. The work isnât glamourous, but I can keep a low profile and there is direct view of Skull Island from the beachfront. I start loading the front coolers with beer from the back freezer. I usually try not to carry all the cases at once, but Iâm in a hurry and Donâs not looking. Besides, Iâm pretty sure Donâs noticed before. Butâs that another reason I like Don- heâs a mind your own business kind of guy.
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The nice weather has Donâs Shack packed; and the full moon has most everyone acting like fools. Midway through fixing another round of âwoo woosâ for the third bachelorette party of overzealous sorority sisters this evening, I hear a commotion over by the pool tables. Rolling my eyes, I hop over the bar, walk over, and pull the cowboy hat wearing stranger away from Nohea sending him hurling toward the wall. A bit stunned, he recovers. Keeping his distance, he yells in Noheaâs direction, âOh, so you need your GIRLFRIEND to fight for you. Not man enough on your own. Shit, ITâs probably not even a woman under those shortsâŚâ Nohea starts to move towards him; I place my hand on Noheaâs broad chest stopping him, but making sure to be gentle enough he knows itâs a request not an order. Heâs more than a foot taller than me and twice as wide. He backs down; but I know from the look in his eye, itâs out of respect for me, not fear. The cowboy is still ranting behind me as I turn to face him. âMan, yaâll ainât worth my time!â He picks up his hat and leaves.
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âLAST CALL!â Don announces. I breathe a sigh of relief â I made it through a normal day. I survey the damage around the bar as I prepare to clean up. A few zombie-like drunks moving towards the beach side exit, a kissing couple at the far side of the side oblivious to the time as they negotiate the rest of their evening. Nohea is brooding in the corner. I hate the word âbroodingâ but there is really no other way to describe Nohea. He catches my stare and I quickly scan the beachfront.
Smoke.
Smoke at Skull Island.
I tell Don I have a quick emergency, âLady stuff,â I say. Don never questions lady stuff. I take off my apron and sprint to the dock. I start untying the boat when I hear the engine kick on. I donât have to look up, I know itâs Nohea.