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I've always wanted to write a story. I've had the same idea for a tale for years, and I'm gonna try and bring it to life. Let's see what happens.





Crisp ocean air swept over the small island of Chincoteague, a welcoming place with a hearty mixture of fishermen and merchants

who called it their home. But it wasn’t his home.



He sat the dock, the breeze rustling his fur in tune with the waves as he glanced longingly at the expansive water before

him, lit only by the gentle glow of the full moon. He laid back, letting his paws dip into the calming waters of the bay. A mere

night stood between him and returning home to the sea. He closed his eyes, and a slight smile crossed his face as he imagined

the waves rocking him gently back and forth like a mother would a child. It wouldn’t be long until he was home.



“Do you always smile during naps?” A familiar jovial voice interrupted his train of thought. He broke into a full on grin and

sat up on one arm, looking behind him at the husky. The dog’s white and black fur provided a stark contrast against the deep

blue coat he had wrapped around his shoulders, a silly smile plastered his face as though he had just recovered from a fit

of laughter.



“Only when dreaming of you” he replied, his voice dripping with overly dramatic romance. He flipped over and laid on his

stomach, his head resting on his paws as he continued to gaze at the familiar figure in front of him. They had only been a pair

for the past year or so, but their eyes met with the familiarity of family.



“Oh knock it off, Red.” the husky replied, walking over and flopping onto his stomach, nose to nose with the fox, who quickly

averted his gaze. Even after so many months he was still bashful. His usual rugged nature melted away when he was around Martin, leaving

only his sea-worn clothing and equipment to vouch for the fox everyone else knew. He made his livelihood running letters and questionable

cargo across the ocean to various remote locations along the coast as well as overseas.He had always been a drifter, never staying in one

place for more than a couple nights. That is until his ship, the Operose, docked in an unsuspecting harbor on Chincoteague Island. A

routine drop off, he had thought. Something about the small community residing on the island caused it to stick in his mind. After doing

his business he sailed off again, only to find himself returning once more for reasons he could not explain. He still spent much of his

time on the open ocean, but began to treat the place as his home base. Over time he became somewhat of a celebrity within the close knit

community. Every time his ship docked, a small swarm of children would surround him the moment he stepped paw onto solid ground. He always

handed out small trinkets or sweets, while simultaneously overplaying his rough-and-tough attitude so as to not appear too soft. He’d spend

a few weeks at a time drifting through various bars and inns in the town, talking to the locals and filling them in on his various adventures

before heading back out onto the ocean.



It was on one such occasion that he encountered Martin. The husky spent his evenings serving drinks at one of the slower, quieter bars

in town. The two spent an evening chatting idly and sipping at various drinks, and it started from there. Red always knew he fancied other guys,

however his lifestyle made it an easy thought to shove into the darker, dustier corners of his mind and not think about. He had heard of

some places far up the coast where those with similar inclinations weren’t unheard of, but he never felt the urge to find out. Being alone suited

him just fine, and besides, males didn’t mate males, it just was not done. Not here anyway.



His new acquaintance and eventual friend Martin, however, had a much different story. Through their long conversations, Red heard many a

story of Martin’s failed love interests. His failure to hold onto a girlfriend for more than a few weeks didn’t seem to discourage him in the

slightest, however. His enthusiastic and cheery mood quickly became infectious, and Red found himself spending more and more evenings making

conversation with the goofy and upbeat barkeeper. It wasn’t until much later that Martin discovered his own attraction to the same gender,

but once he did it didn’t take long for the two to become entrapped within each-others love.



Nobody knew, and nobody needed to. Red was away at sea for large chunks of time, and Martin continued on

as normal. Nobody suspected anything, and that’s how they both liked it.



“Are you ready for this?” asked Red, his deep voice taking on a slightly teasing tone. After so many months, Martin

had convinced Red to take him along on one of his voyages. Under his rough and tumble demeanor, he was nervous

about someone stepping onto the hull of his most sacred place.

“Am I ready? Does a fish swim upside down at midnight? Of course I am! It’s just a piece of wood on some water.

How bad could it be?”



Red paid no mind to the strange analogy. Over time he had become used to the strange unique little sayings that

Martin seemed to pull out of thin air. Instead he moved over to his partner, gently running a paw through his chest fur

as he pressed his head into the crook of the husky’s neck. It was during moments like these the call of the ocean subsided,

leaving him at peace and content on solid ground.



“Oh, you’ll see. You will see.” He replied, his eyes slowly drifting shut as gentle warm thoughts carried him to sleep.



