In the few short months he’d been on the boat, Carl had settled into a norm. At first it was a bit overwhelming, meeting all the Dj’s adjusting to the rock of the boat (both literal and musical).

He felt good, better than he had in a while. He’d gotten clean, off the hard drugs that put him here in the first place. He still smoked a cigarette and had a few drinks, but he was doing better.

Life as a rock pirate seemed to mellow the restless side of him. He’d found himself something of a family. A place to belong. It was never dull, it couldn’t be, living on a boat with 2 dozen men and a very nice lesbian. The only mildly boring days were the Saturday’s when the guys were allowed to bring their lady friends onto the boat for a night of fun. Though Carl found ways to entertain himself.

It was nice, better than what he’d come from. His mom had the right idea, sending him here to stay with his godfather Quinten.

He let out a slow breath, climbing out of his bottom bunk and stepping out into the hallway. It was the middle of the night, but there was always someone awake on this boat.