ship's help Who: Mike and Prasad (and open) When: Tuesday, June 4th, around noon Where: the beach What: Hanging around alone is getting boring, so Prasad, recognizing Mike, goes over to question him about his weed consumption. Warning: Language, drugs, and maybe more to come.
Gustavia had been pretty cool the day before, so Prasad, armed with many expectations for Dominica, had been among some of the first passengers to disembark the cruise ship that morning. All that he knew about the port was that it offered some nice beaches and had been a filming location - both things he'd learned from idly flipping through a brochure provided by the cruise line.
Since he hadn't spent much time on the beaches of Gustavia, that was Prasad's main aim. He wasn't a strong swimmer, but once the ocean had swallowed him up to the waist he just dove in. Even coming up spluttering about ten seconds later didn't take the fun out of it. In fact, he was able to make a friend that way as another young tourist called to him, asking if he was okay. Prasad struck up a conversation from there, and they spent the next hour or so splashing around in the crystalline blue waters off the coast of Dominica.
Eventually, their time together came to a close, leaving Prasad to ride the waves himself. The sun was rising steadily, beating down on him relentlessly as it reflected off of the glassy liquid surrounding him. Though he was more resistant to sun than the average person, it began to tire him out. Only when he climbed out of the water did he realize it might have been prudent to bring a towel along for his beach day, but no matter. Prasad shook his head violently free of water and, afterward, looked around for anyone who might have a spare.