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Images of seafoam washing up on an obscured beach played in his mind while the sound of waves crashed in the background of his mind. The image was still, peaceful, as the waves receded back to their home before crashing against the sand once more. A dream so serene was seldom in the mind of Sylas so the change of pace was nice. But there was something wrong with the sound of waves, they were being drowned out by this incessant knock of what could only be described as wood. Tap, tap, tap. The droning on of wood jolted him awake and washed away the dream theatre he had fancily built for himself. 

The tapping of the wood was the bartender trying to get his attention for last call. The ship was docking soon, and Sylas had spent the entire morning ordering a mix of old fashions and whiskey sours. The only remnants of his dream that did survive was the sounds of waves crashing against the ship. Groggily, Sylas removed his death grip on his glass that was already watered down from the ice melting. Not wanting to waste his drink he gulped it down with a wince and a shutter of the body. Whether or not he was jump starting his body or cringing at the taste of watered-down whiskey was left to be seen. [color=#fdfd96]“Thanks for the drink compadre.”[/color] Sylas’ hands found their way into his pockets and out came some crumpled bills along with a pack of Marlboro menthol's. 

The cigarette met his lips while the money was left behind on the table. He didn’t have much time to collect himself, but that was alright it was the start of a brand-new slate so he could go at his own pace. Making his way below deck he saw a small crowd of people forming around an old man. Striking up a match he lit his cigarette before making his way behind the girl and the old man. [color=#fdfd96]“Is diving allowed off that waterfall? Or am I gonna have to be the first one off the top”[/color] he asked before realizing where his manners went.  [color=#fdfd96]“I’m Sylas by the way, Sylas Reed, pleasure to make all of your acquaintances. You mind if I smoke here?”[/color] As if asking really mattered since he was already well into a few drags at this point.