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Andrew Aldway · **07-25-2013, 03:28 PM**

The scene opens to Andrew sitting on a wooden bench, surrounded by mesh and hooks, in his mud crusted suit. As the camera begins to pan out it reveals he is sitting on a small boat that a weathered, droopy Asian man in a tattered blue shirt and cut off sweat pants is steering with a long wooden pole. The two are completely silent as the boat moves along the channel, Andrew looking into the water and the man peering out into the dark with squinted eyes and a stern look on his face. As the two sit silently the waves crashing off the side of the boat seem to have a rhythmic tune to them, only interrupted by the occasional plop of a nearby fish jumping from the water. Finally after a long while the silence is broken by the man steering the boat.

"So, where you going?"

Andrew peers into the water, and without looking up replies.

"To that island over there."

The Asian man shakes his head and mumbles something under his breath as he puts the pole to the other side of the boat and pushes off in the direction of the island, but Andrew either doesn't notice, or doesn't care, he just continues staring blankly into the water. As they slowly drift with the current the man tries to strike up a conversation.

"So, where you from?"

Andrew doesn't answer. The man looks upset and asks again, more sternly.

"So where you from?"

The tone in his voice makes Andrew look up and a flash of anger crosses his face for a moment but it quickly passes as he smiles apologetically.

"Sorry, I'm from England."

The man raises his eyebrows as if surprised as Andrew turns back to the water.

"England, I hear quite beautiful, so why you come here?"

Without looking up he answers with finality.

"Business."

The man nods his head and looks ready to say something, but obviously thinks better of it and closes his mouth, keeping quiet for the remainder of the shirt journey, until the shore of a large beach comes into view in the moonlight.

"Here you go, fifty dollar please."

Andrew reaches into his pocket as they reach the shore, pulling a crumpled orange bill from his pocket and handing it to the man.

"Keep the change chap, and if you come get me tomorrow at around eight there will be another hundred in it for you."

The man takes the money and bows.

"Thank you sir, eight o'clock sharp."

Pulling himself up and steadying himself in the small boat Andrew returns the bow and jumps off the side of the boat into the knee deep water. As he trudges his way onto the beach he looks back to the boat and the man gives a wave which he returns before continuing his way through the sand.

"Where the bloody hell is he?"

As he walks he peers into the darkness as if looking for someone, although the darkness makes it difficult to see his own hand waving a foot from his face. The waves splashing against the sand behind him is the only sound as he walks down the stretch of beach staring desperately into the dark. Finally after walking for nearly ten minutes he drops himself into the sand and sighs deeply.

"Gor blimey, what the hell am I doing here."

He puts his head down for a moment and doesn't notice the large black figure slowly creeping towards him. The figure suddenly jumps from the darkness and two massive hands grab Andrew by the neck, causing him to jump up to his feet and kick back with his foot, causing the hands to drop from his neck, and a large groan to come from behind him. Andrew quickly turns around and stares at the ground, there lying in the sand is Mikael holding his testicles and rolling around with a wince on his face as Andrew begins laughing and offers a hand to help him up.

"Sorry about that mate."

As Mikael grabs his hand and slowly lifts himself off the ground, he waves his hand nonchalantly.

"No worries comrade, guess I deserved that."

His booming laugh drowns out the waves for a moment before he hunches over in a violent coughing fit still holding himself.

"So are we ready to go?"

Mikael coughs for a couple more seconds before finally composing himself and standing up.

"Of course, come follow me."

He motions for Andrew to follow him and the two walk up the beach until they reach a line of trees with a small clearing.

"This way comrade."

Mikael leads the way into the narrow opening as Andrew follows and the scene fades to black with the sound of the two men walking through the trees.

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