This was the life, wasn't it? If Graves had known faking your own death was so easy, he would've done it so much sooner!

Now, he did miss his Shadows, and the somehow calming chaos of the military life, but in the end, he needed this. He needed the quiet. The healing touch of nature. The solitude.

It was also nice to fish and hunt at his own discretion. He was mindful of the animal populations, mind you. He didn't need to hunt the local wildlife into extinction and risk going into town to buy food. But even then, why would he even want to go into town? His little slice of heaven with everything he needed. He knew every tree, every blade of grass, and every little grain of sand, just like he liked it.

Well... Except for the island across the bay. Grant it, it wasn't his so he shouldn't care... Someone lived there, he knew that for a fact. Sometimes he could see them by the waters edge, or evidence of their activities.

But man was he curious. Or nosey. Definitely nosey.

So nosey, in fact, he patched up a little boat he had found and paddled over to the island, hoping to have a nice, friendly, civilian conversation.