Warning! This chapter is currently in the works and hasnt been revised.
I help carry Carrie onto the boat but as I step on the man running the boat pulls a gun to my face and says in an Australian accent “Whoa hold up there just a second, who said you were invited!” One of my favorite pass times in this world. Getting guns pointed in my face, day after day.
I step back off the boat but Carrie intervenes. “I have been shot at, I have gotten stuck, and gotten injured, and this man never left me behind. YOU are not about to kick him out because he's a stranger to you!” He looks at Carrie confused and enraged. “Bloody hell Brooklyn you know the rules. Now I leave the two of you out here, or your friend stays and talks with Sarge.” Carrie, look at him directly and say. “Bring him yourself to Sarge. He will not have a problem with him.” I see that things are escalating, so I step back off the boat holding Doug. “It's fine, me and Doug can stay for now,” I say quietly, but they haven't realized, they both are just arguing back there.
After a minute or two Carrie hops off the boat, and walks back to me. “So the plan is I go back onto Mustang Island, and by high noon Sarge will be here to meet with you, and from what Mr. Chris Hemsworth over there says, that's in 3 hours. Whatever you do, just be here in three hours.” She walks back to the boat, and it speeds off, engulfing them in the fog. Three hours, with a cat and nothing to do. “Well, buddy I guess we might as well make the most of it,” I say to Doug, as I place him in the passenger seat of the car.
I hop back in the Honda, and sit there for a few minutes, almost instantly bored. I hate being alone, although being alone is the best way one can be in this world. I grab the map, and start looking through it. I might as well enjoy my time alone. Starr County Texas has only the best attractions in the state. From the Texas State Aquarium to the World’s 2nd Largest Wheel of Parmesan where you can get an I love Texas shirt, but it's a heart-shaped cheese. My plan for now is to drive up to Aransas Pass, go to a pet shop, and find things for Doug.
I start driving to the next best thing, your local Tractor Supply Co. The town of Aransas Pass feels like the small town in every American movie, it’s as if they filmed “The Sandlot” here. It's all houses and one main strip of road with all the shops and businesses. I make my way into the Tractor Supply parking lot. It's empty except for a black Chevy Silverado with more than a million “Mitt Romney for President“ signs standing in the bed of the truck.