[color=a36209][i][b]Adam 'Trails' Wilford- Outside Adam's seaside home[/b][/i][/color]


“Let Rook understand this... You want to pull over old boat to bring food to the town. Rook gets that, but why wake up Rook in middle of the night. This can wait for morning, Rook thinks so. Rook will help you tomorrow, but it will need to wait until after Rook has restarted work on Wall. While boat is helpful, boat doesn't keep out raiders. Yet...” Adam chuckled a mischievous little chuckle at Rook's annoyance. "Sorry to get you down there, but you gotta dream big if you want to get anything done in life." He stepped back over to the rails, extending his arms outward. "[i]THIS[/i] will be a game changer, Rook. It's no wall or big-ass turrets, naw. But think about it. We'll be abundant in fish and shelled foods. Just imagine the trade power that'd bring this town." He turned back to the big mutant, "So, what do you say, hoss? You in?" Rook's only reply, understandably, was, “Tomorrow.” then he walked away from Adam back to his shack on the other side of town. Adam walked over to Bessie and pat both heads and gave each head a kiss on the forehead before heading inside, rolling the metal door shut and calling it a night. He unbuttoned his jacket and pants, leaving him in shorts and an undershirt. Adam yawned and knelt down, covering himself in his bedroll. His eyes closed and soon he was reliving old memories again.

Dawn

Adam yawned and rolled out from his bedroll. He put on a pair of jeans and stepped outside, checking to make sure no one else was around, he unzipped and took a morning leak near the rocks, sighing in relief. Finishing with a shake, he went back inside a put a bottle of water into a pan, putting it over a hotplate. Digging through his pouches, he found the grounded coffee and poured it in too. While he waited for it to cook, Adam headed out to Bessie's post and looked beside her boxes. "Hey girl, you know where that old radio is?" He asked, digging through the crates. "Ah, gotcha!" He found his old Radiation King radio and began scanning the local stations until it landed on a 'Diamond City Radio'. He'd never been there, but he'd heard talk of it. Apparently based out of some old baseball field. He put it in the right hand corner of his shack, the music echoing through the shed as the cool of the morning air emanated through the old broken windows. Judging by the windows, they probably broke in a storm long ago. But he shrugged off the thought digging through his boxes back outside muttering to himself. "Rope? Need that. Blowtorch....blow...ah! Might need you too. Fancy Lads? Good snack. Need them as a reward. Cat's Paw magazine? I'll..uh...need that later...", he discreetly tucked that back in the bottom of the crate. "Toolbox.....check. Old Pipboy 2000? Junk." He chucked it far over the way towards the town. "Alright, so I got the essentials. Just tuck you bad boys in the row boat for later.". Adam went back inside and poured a cup of coffee from the pan into a mug and sat outside on an old milk crate, his bare feet gently running his toes in the sandy dirt as he absently admired the beauty of the town in the sunrise, feeling an odd sense of peace. He was on the cusp of turning 43 and he'd spent 24-25 of those on the road as a drifter. To settle down like this, so far from home, it was unexpected to say the least. On the other hand, it felt right. He had a good feeling about this place, like in the end everything would turn out okay.