"You seem like you're very far from home, my friend."

The waves crashed against the small boat. The sun was just rising over the clear water. Crew members were giving orders in Italian, laughing at a witty joke someone said. There was one man near the railing, wearing a dark blue raincoat, a black sweater and a white shirt under that. He wore jeans, and some hiking boots. The only thing he owned were on his body, his backpack, and the guitar case at his side. He laughed at the man's comment, looking over at him. His brown hair was messy, yet looked perfect. He was starting to grow a beard. "What gave it away?" The man asked, smiling with white teeth. "Although your Italian is good, you don't have that native accent. And you dress like a man who has seen some shit." The man laughed. "What's your name, Stranger?"

"Benjamin Chase. People usually just call me Ben." Ben said. "Paolo Ricci." He extended his hand. 

"A pleasure." Chase replied, shaking Paolo's hand.

"I'm a local fisherman on that island way out there... Isola di luna." He said with a smile. Ben nodded, looking in the direction he was pointing. "I'm going there myself. Looks like quite the place... Everything here is beautiful." He said. Paolo nodded. "Ah yes, Italia is very beautiful... Why exactly are you visiting our little home?"

Ben shrugged, running a hand through his hair. "I like visiting new places..." 

"Ah, a man with no real home... Well, i hope you enjoy your visit, Benjamin Chase."