WHO: Finnick Odair and OTA (multiples OK) WHAT: Going out on the Maggie WHEN: Late Thursday afternoon WHERE: The beach WARNINGS: Not likely, will edit if necessary STATUS: Open, Complete
With all the building and everything lately, Finnick hadn't taken Maggie out in a while. Well, he decided, it was time that came to an end. He was going fishing for dinner, and taking the canoe out would allow him access to better fishing areas than just standing on shore. He brought some hooks, a net and a spear and headed down to the beach. He found the canoe where he had left it, a bit south of the path up to camp, just inside the treeline. He had pulled it up from the shore to where the jungle began in order to protect it in case a storm came. That wouldn't protect it if there were something serious like a hurricane, but then nothing would. So far they hadn't had any storms like that. In fact, except for that one week, it hadn't rained at all. It was rather shocking that the plants were so green and the streams still flowed when it seemed like they should be in the midst of a drought, but that was just part of the magic of the island, he supposed.
The Maggie was a simple dugout canoe, about twenty feet long. Someday he intended to add an outrigger and maybe a sail, but he hadn't had time to do so yet. It had taken him weeks just to cut down a large enough tree and hollow it out. He hadn't had anything but the little hatchet he'd arrived with when he started. Later he'd gotten a tool kit, and eventually they had gotten power tools for the main camp, but most of the work had been done by hand. It had been his longest project and biggest achievement on the island, at least until he'd started building the house.
There was something about being on the water that always made him feel better. He took off his shirt and left it handing on a tree branch so that it would stay clean and dry. Then he pulled the boat down from the treeline to the surf and prepared to push it out into the waves and jump in.