But I was on a beach, there was little that would take fire.I'd wake up about then, glance at the bedside clock, then roll over and go back to sleep a...nd the same damn dream. I scrambled up the beach to the underbrush, found some twigs and straw, hauled it down, went back for another armload, but I still could see that it wasn't right yet, wasn't enough. Half awaken again, back to the clock, back to sleep and back to searching for the makings of my bonfire. One o'clock, two-thirty,. But, she didn't leave and at first I thought she was going to try and keep it to a friendship level but I wanted more from her, but if friendship was all I was going to be given then I would take it just so I could still be near her. One evening we were sitting in our favorite gaming room, chatting away about nothing in particular. I recall she made some sassy comment and I commented back with something sexual. I started talking dirty to her, she was shocked at first then she started to enjoy.. It smelled of musty sex and needed airing out. I found the galley where a greasy-stained pirate ladled me a large bowel of thick, brown stew with chunks of white fish and indeterminate vegetables floating in it. It was salty. I almost gagged with my first bite, but I forced myself to chew and swallow.I did get a curious fruit called an orange to go with it. Once I cracked through the hard rind, the juicy pulp inside melted in my mouth. It washed away all the bad taste of stew and left my belly. "Mom and Dad laughed and then Dad said, "Get out of here."Eddie and I put our bags in the van and headed to Brad and Kathy's house. Eddie parked in the driveway and we both got out. Mrs. Waters opened the door when we knocked and invited us in.Cindy's mom was sitting at the kitchen table with Kathy and Cindy. She was drinking a cup of coffee and talking to Cindy when I walked in. Cindy's mom stopped talking and Cindy introduced us."So these are the two fishermen I've heard so much about,".