Ollie hurried along the beach, smoothing out his bangs and straightening his serape. The young man wished he could walk a little slower and enjoy the morning beauty of the jungle or feel the sand between his toes. He'd never seen oceans and beaches before, not like this. The lakes in Altas Verde were very pretty but mostly mud or stones and you came out filthier than you went in. Kunata's ' jungles seemed a paradise by comparison where you could bathe in streams, eat fruit from the trees, and live in comfort forever.
But all that had to wait. He was very late.
The boy found Adrian, who he'd sailed with, and a strange woman on the beach. "Sorry I'm late!" he called out nervously, fiddling with a blonde mop of hair. "I got a bit tied up."
"A FIGHT!" echoed a throaty voice. It was his sword.
"Well, I guess so. Some islanders didn't want me having a sword." He sighed, "I mean they bend the rules a little since Jin'ta is a port and all. They wanted to wrestle or something. I don't know."
"HE WOULD NOT ANSWER THEIR CHALLENGE. AND SO I MADE HIM."
"Well I won. Anyway, that's the story of why I'm late. Whose your friend? She doesn't look like a locale. I'm Oliver by the way!" the heavily muscled youth gave a shy wave.