[color=a36209][b][i]Adam 'Trails' Wilford- His boat, 'Pride of Amalfi'[/i][/b][/color]

Adam came back to world with blurred vision of the deck of [i]Pride[/i] in front of his eyes and his old Radiation King echoing out '[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mef3443X-5k]Just a Little Lonesome[/url]' into the sky. He crawled over to the side of the ship and vomited off the port side into the sea, the motion of the ship not coupling well with his whiskey hangover. Despite his better judgement, he reached for the bottle and took another swig before half-assedly rolling himself out onto the beach. The last thing he remembered after throwing his old photo overboard was pulling out an old bottle of the good proof and saluting the sky. Adam held his head, walking inside to drink some purified water and clean himself up, "Augh, I need...food...good food, not this crap.". He pushed a can of pork n beans away and composed himself enough to not be too obvious he was recovering from a booze coma and made for the diner. A loud gunshot rang out and Adam made a skillful dive for a wall nearby in town, taking cover and unholstering his 10mm pistol. His first thought was raiders as he waited, his heart racing in tenseness as he reluctantly prepared to fight. However nothing ever came after a while, so he was more than happy to holster his weapon. That dive took a little out of him in his state and he sat, rubbing his temples. Finally, he'd reached the diner, ready for some good food. Adam pushed open the door eagerly, mouthing in tune to himself [i]'always just a little blue'[/i]. The bell chimed and "Howdy, I..oh....", he stopped as he came in to the owner, Ace, yelling at some guy and a gun to him. "WHY SHOULDN'T I FILL YOUR BODY FULL OF HOT PLASMA!?" Adam looked over to Mayor Barney as he walked in after Adam and nodded, but Barney was apparently too focused on Adam to notice, "PUT IT DOWN! GODDAMN IT!" Barney yelled, then went to a lower tone, "He's a synth yes, but he's been freed by the Railroad. Salem once served as a safehouse for his kind." Ace seemed reluctant to do it, but he lowered his gun, "Now look here old man..." Before he could finish Barney raised his hand towards him, "I'm the owner, mayor, grand poobah of this town, and I say he stays...If you have a problem with that you can leave. After all, aren't you someone seeking refuge, escaping from your past." Ace, unhappy with Barney's decision, only replied with, "Whatever...If he goes berserk, it is on you old man. What are we supposed to call this glorified toaster?". Adam, unsure what to do, only cleared his throat, unaware of what was going on or what a 'synth' was, spread his fingers in a slow look of not trying to get involved, "Hey, uhhh, sorry to bother whatever is going on here, but are you open? I just want some chow, sir."