The
Blue Man
was on a boat. He let the thought swim around in his head. He hadn't thought of himself like that in awhile. Had been Marc Love. Marco to everyone on the trip. Through various means he managed to escape it all to
Italy
the sun surrounded him here and there weren't ads like he used to see near
Westcity
. Himself advertising some protein drink or videos of him on peoples phones.
Around him were just old people. No one on their phone. The scenery was too beautiful to look at anything else. He had a tan now, he thought that helped. Could be the reason he wasn't worried, when people would walk up to him.
Here they just wanted to know the time, and in some way where he was from. Not in a us and them way, but more like they were interested. Like a coin collector, maybe they'd be a rarity.
The boat was silent, a low hum lulled him almost to sleep. He had about 30 min left. Sea gulls moved overhead and with the boat. A fish or something he saw jump in the water.
He finished his
cappuccino
and he lit a cigarette, not that he ever smoked but they sold them on board.
