Pleasure Boat

The beach was warm, maybe even hot. Damn my life, Mr. Reydon Chalres thought to himself, surveying over the clear blue ocean, filled with insignificant swimmers, splashing around in the water like life was merely a game. And if life were a game, life would be a game like chess, bot like Marco Polo. These civilian clowns had no idea who he was, and what he was doing, sitting there on a pier jutting out into the ocean, mojito in hand. Well, the tropic mojito was one thing that could keep him calm. Mostly he was bothered by the children who accused him of being a “pirate”, due to his eye patch. No respect.

He was stuck in the summer heat due to his hopeful soon-to-be business partner Ms. Azai wanting to go and see the ocean. Mr. Charles might have looked like a pirate, and he might have a salty soul like the ocean, but the ocean really isn’t that great if you have to deal with the blistering heat of the devilish sun bearing down unto the umbrella over you.

Reydon had already removed his tan coat and removed his tie due to the heat, and was now left appearing as simply a very tall, masculine, dark skinned pirate wearing a striped blue shirt with various sweat stains appearing over his shirt. How Ms. Azai would enjoy this, Mr. Charles failed to see. Maybe she will start swimming halfway through? He chuckled to himself, which caused a few mothers to look at him with a worried glance, afraid that he might be a pirate diddler, trying to get his jollies off by watching the children play in their little bitty bathing suits. Nope, he had tried to look as non-threatening today as possible, removing the hook off of his hook hand, leaving him with just a solid gold stump over his right hand.

While it might have been a hot and humid day, the ocean air was refreshing. Mr. Charles, even flustered as he was by the heat, could feel the salt in the ocean giving him strength, drawing him power from their salty tides. He could barely keep himself from drinking it all in right there. He’d already drunk a gallon of salt water, but what harm could one more do?

He looked to the edge of the pier and saw a few passenger boats docking, they were going to be making a few rounds for couples and families to go and pretend they were on a cruise ship. If Mr. Charles wanted, he could have his own cruise ship, but he didn’t want one, it was much too hot. Maybe he would get one when it starts to cool down. Maybe Ms. Azai has one? He had never met her before this day, only knowing of her through her business ventures and her brother being the actual king of their small city. He had heard she was quite the looker too, but as much as he might enjoy that, he had previously decided that that, while a possible strategy to obtaining power, should not be his primary focus. What he really needed was a partner.

Glancing at his watch, Mr. Charles knew that in only moments he would be meeting Ms. Azai. He had sent here a formal message v.i.a. messenger boy, hoping to delay meeting her in person until today's meeting. With any luck, they would strike up an incredible partnership and take control of the city.

Mr. Charles was thinking to himself how much he hated the heat when he saw a short, rather attractive, pink haired woman walk unto the deck, almost dancing and jumping at the heat of the wooden floorboards. And to no surprise, she was adorned in a swimsuit, meaning she probably wanted to go swimming. Mr. Charles cursed his land legs for dressing well to a business meeting. He got up as she moved nearer to him, and she put out her hand and gave a half-hearted greeting, as though she was perplexed by his good looks. And to increase the ever growing awkward nonsense revolving around the scene, she protruded her right arm for a handshake, to which Mr. Charles would be inclined to receive with his own right hand, which at this point was a stub covered in a golden metal sheath, which had started to get pretty hot due to the weather.

To this he stuck out his metal covering, and shook it in the air in front of her and smiled.

"Sorry, bad choice with the handshake. Hahaha. Sorry if it spooks you, I'm really not that bad."

With this he lowered his metal hand and then took down to one knee and grabbed Ms. Azai's hand. Turning on his charm, which he had used to persuade both businessmen and businesswomen alike, he gave a slight kiss to her hand, and then bowed his head. He then stood up and grabbed a chair, all while speaking gently but with a class.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Ms. Azai, my name is Mr. Reydon Charles. I'm glad that you received my message and came to this meeting. I'm sorry that I could do nothing about this heat. Now shall we discuss business? Do you have any questions? Preferably not about my eye patch. Hahaha."

He immediately felt regretful about his joking comment, as it may have been unruly.