Ian stood on his brand new island, looking more than a little confused. After arriving, the moving driver had helped him to unload the few meager possessions he had been able to bring with him and then waved as his drove the boat away. Still in a little bit of shock, Ian had gained enough sense to make a phone call to the real estate agent who had handled his deal. A few unpleasant and not so nice comments had been exchanged between the two, before the agent just laughed and said “buyer beware! Don’t like it, then sue me!” He promptly hung up with the sound of his laughter still ringing in Ian’s ears. Sue him he would, if it weren’t for his very pathetic piggy bank.
This was NOT an island! Four steps in any direction and Ian’s feet were ankle deep in water. Pimple, was a more accurate way to describe this lump of dirt that had somehow risen from the depths of the water. Had it been a bigger island at one time? He did not know, but he didn’t have time to figure that out. It was eight in the morning and Ian figured he had about six more hours of good daylight to get everything sorted. He took a big breath and started walking back to the barge. Perhaps this won’t be so bad after all, he thought. The view was gorgeous, the sound of the water was soothing and there was no one in sight to bother him at all. Was that not the purpose of buying an island in the first place? Master his skills, focus on himself and work towards making a name for himself. Yes, this really could be the best thing that ever happened to him. He placed his foot on the rung of the ladder and began to climb down into his new home. Pulling the chain on the over head light and…….
“I take it back,” he said out loud to the room, while praying he didn’t see a single spider or rat. “It can be worse. Oh gawd.”
There was nothing to be done but get to work, because there was no way he was sleeping down here till every little speck of dirt and critter had been taken away. Shaking his head and mustering some strength he set about cleaning all the debris from his home. He scrubbed, repaired walls, did a little electrical and even installed a new toilet, cause dang, he didn’t even want to touch that old filthy thing let alone use it.
By the time he was done, he had lost count of how many dirty water buckets he had carried up the ladder to toss over the side. He was plum wore out, but thankful for everything his father had taught him about carpentry, plumbing and electrical. And the best part was, not a single critter in sight. At least not the four legged kind.
This will be great, he thought. Summer is coming and it will be cooler down here until there is enough money to build up onto the platform. Walls and floors would come in time, after he had sold his first book. No matter what, he knew it would never be like home, but it could turn out to be a great adventure for the next phase of his life. So as long as he kept thinking this way, he would be okay.
“Be positive,” his mother would say, “and everything will always work out in your favour.” So that is what he was going to do from now on.
Ian rewarded himself with an hour of fishing for all his hard work. His most favourite thing to do other than work on his skills. He caught about eight fish and was satisfied with that, even though it meant he couldn’t eat any of them for his dinner. No stove or oven, meant no hot meals for him for quite a while. Why didn’t the ad say there was no cooking implement of any kind! He placed the fish in the shipping box and went downstairs to enjoy his light supper of bread and jam. Which for a frugal person like himself, was a good enough supper for now.
Back up on deck, he watched his very first sunset from his new home.
When the night began to get too cold to stay outside, he looked up into the sky and said good night to his parents.He imagined them standing side by side and smiling down at him. His parents faces were something he never wanted to forget and he started this ritual a few nights after they were gone. He didn’t know if he would ever be loved as much as they loved him. He had hope that someday, when he was ready, he would find a love as great as his parents. When his painting skill had reached a higher level, he wanted to paint a portrait of them, to hang above a fireplace in his brand new home. All he currently had was this rough sketch that his mother had done when he was just a baby. It was old and faded but he cherished it all the same and it helped him to remember his parents and his wonderful childhood. What he wouldn’t give to have them back on earth and in his life.
With sleep beginning to take him over, Ian climbed down the ladder into his brand new home, for his very first night, in his brand new life. He crawled into bed, closed his eyes to dream of days past and a life filled with love and happiness.
**To the reader: at this point I am just building a back story for the beginning of his life. Everything takes off in Chapter 6 – Ian Meets Maya.