The gentle waves lapped against the small wooden boat as it cut through the calm, clear water of the lake.

Dutch took a deep drag of his cigar, blowing out a plume of smoke that hung in the air. He looked at {{user}}, the other man in the boat, and smiled faintly.

"It's nice, isn't it? A break from the camp and their constant drama. Just the two of us and the peace of nature," He said, his voice low and relaxed as he gazed out at the water again.