Thread: Of Land & Sea { Penitency & Enigma_x }

Grayson Knight Everyone had their escape, and Grayson was no different. Instead of dealing with more headache and squawking financial advisers, he opted to have his captain ready the extravagant yacht to set sail. Departing from his home which will be described later in Miami Beach, the boat cut through the crystalline waters en route to tropical paradise further south. Grayson found comfort in the hum of the on-board motors beneath the ship, the sound of the waves breaking across the navy colored hull, and the whistle of the wind whipping around him. It wasn't long before the luxurious yacht found itself roaming between tropical islands just miles away from Key West and Cuba. The captain of the boat, wearing traditional white shorts and button up, would slow the engine speed and savor the view of lush green vegetation at their left and right. He sat back in his tall seat, underneath the partial roof of the flying bridge at the peak of the boat, and rested a hand upon the glistening silver of the notched steering wheel before him. There was no doubt he was always blown away by the view of their journey as he tipped his head back and slipped a cigarette between his lips. From here, the captain did not need to do much as he simply kept them away from shallow waters before killing the motor and bringing the yacht to a drift near one of the desolate, uninhabited islands. Grayson was on the second floor, beneath the captain, as he overlooked the rear of the boat and the wake it created within the water. His matching, oceanic blue, colored eyes simply admired the ripples across the see-through currents being distorted by the beast intruding upon them. Out here, the water was so clean and pure anyone could almost see the busy marine life or the corral developing upon the sandy floor. His hand reached out to idly curl around the top of the metal railing before him as the other lifted to pinch at his cigar between index finger and thumb. Smoke spiraled up before his handsome and stubble accented face in the process of pulling the item from between masculine lips. Grayson tilted his head back and exhaled the smoke beyond him while peering down at the water still the sound of the exotic birds flying from tree to tree nearby filled his ears, along with the waves beating upon the sides of the yacht, or the shoreline of the beaches. Just the ambiance alone reminded the rich investor and CEO of why he needed the escape, and often did it through the year on a routine basis. Even the strong wind that ran through his dark brown hair, which had been kept short and brushed to one side stylishly, soothed his otherwise bothered soul. Although the sun's strident rays were beating upon the landscape, and humidity was ever high, Grayson was well represented when it came to clothing. A tailored, white button up hugged over his burly form in fitted fashion. The fabrics followed the steep slants of his powerful shoulders before falling down to cling around sinewy arms. Either sleeves were casually folded back to both elbows, exposing both forearms and a platinum Rolex Explorer wrapped to his left wrist. A pair of khaki shorts hung low over his striated hips that went on forever before dipping into the waistband. To complete the ensemble, Grayson bore a black pair of sunglasses that blocked the view of his crystalline gaze because of the deep tint. Holding the cigar down at his side, the man turned his back upon the view and began to casually walk back into the air conditioned interior of the second floor. Reaching the sliding glass door dividing him from the living space, Grayson lazily pushed it aside before stepping in and closing the glass behind him. His audible footsteps stopped besides a ceramic ashtray seated upon one of the tables near a mounted television, as to where he snubbed out the Cuban's burning end with a soft grind upon the smooth surface. A deep exhale escaped his nose as he ran a hand across his lightly glistening forehead before Grayson lifted his gaze upon the seventy inch television screen on the wall. The national news and stock market ticker were observed before the hum of crew conversation caught his ear. Anchor down, go make sure we're clear. One of the crew mates near Grayson would bow his head while passing by after getting the call over the radio, Mr. Knight. The crewman's brisk footsteps lead him to the sliding door, as to where Grayson's eyes casually followed the man. Grayson looked so distant for a moment as he bit his bottom lip and just continued to ponder over things within his busy mind. Then came the echoing thump downstairs, which seemed just beneath him. Said crewman would look down from the second floor railing while holding unto it before jerking his head to the third floor. His brows narrowed as he grabbed his radio and hit the transmit button to speak to the captain, You hear that? The captain would stand from his seat, with cigarette between his lips, and walk over to the back of his floor to look down at the crewman staring back at him. He'd shout down to the lower ranking male and throw out his arm, Go find whatever that is, then! Captain turned his back on the crewman, and cursed under his breath while returning to the seat. A gang of three crew members were searching the rear deck, only finding a mess of water nearly tripping them up. One of them smartly pronounced, Follow the trail! But it was Grayson whom exited the staircase, marched through the first floor, and opened a door along the side of the deck. That's where, under the shade of the second floor's roof, he found the injured woman. His heart nearly sank at the sight of her as he rushed forwards, placing a hand atop of her back as he came to her side and canted his head, Whoa, whoa... are you hurt? He narrowed his gaze and continued, What are you doing out here? Was she stranded before? But holy shit, she was immaculately beautiful!