Thread: Jumping Ship || Winters day & rskde ||

Alexander Pontiff walks along the beach with his hands resting in the pockets of his swimming trunks. It was fairly often that he walked the beach to enjoy the sight of the moon reflecting off of the constantly moving water, and to hear the sound of waves crashing on shore. Tonight was especially important to him, as it would be the last night he would be home for a short while. The man stops to look out at the water, biting the inside of his cheek as he contemplates why on earth he was leaving such a beautiful sight. Well... There was money. He was being hired by a Paul Martin as the Head of Security for his company, and it made a lot of sense considering Alex's background. A year prior, he had been in the service of the United States Military, specifically the Marines as an Embassy guard, he had learned a lot about security and reading people, he was an invaluable asset to a company that had an enormous red target on its back because of the amount of money it was pulling in. So Mr. Martin had hired him, and decided that he would attend a cruise to the Caribbean and South America for his first couple weeks of work before going to England to oversee the security of the HQ of his company. Because of his service, Alex was built like a woman's wet dream. He stands at 6'1 and has washboard abs plus large muscles to compliment the size of his chest and stomach, which he was showing off now because he had elected to only wear swim trunks. He has pale gray eyes and a short head of jet black hair that almost blended in with the sky behind him. He turned his attention away from the ocean, his ocean and looks to some of the fires in the distance, maybe he could find someone to enjoy his last night with. He grins to himself at the thought and begins to walk up the beach, maybe his farewell to his ocean wouldn't be so bad after all. He passes a couple of fires, all of which he puts out as they had been left unattended, the last thing that he wanted was some poor animal to find the fire and hurt itself, or for some drunkard to stumble along and burn their foot or entire leg. The city lights to his right faintly illuminated the beach, though off to the left was the pitch black ocean, and in front of him the fires that he was walking towards, all of these mixed to make a sort of warm glow that was cast on to the beach, it would almost be enough to blind some of the baby turtles that often hatch there, but there were always people to help the babies find their way. Alex finally comes upon an occupied fire, a naked woman laying on the sand before him makes him raise his eyebrows. You know, I was hoping to find someone tonight.. And I was not expecting them to already be naked. His strong, deep voice teases, breaking through the sounds of waves crashing on to the beach just twenty feet away from them. Do you mind if I sit down? I was hoping to find some company, I suppose you could say that I'm feeling a little lonely. He shrugs, his voice ringing clearly with an American accent to let her know that he was a local of Miami, or at least the United States. Without looking for an answer he sits down next to her, reaching to the fire and adjusting some of the wood, causing some embers to rise from the flames before settling down on the sand away from them. The fire burned a little bit brighter now, as if awoken by Alex's hand. You didn't ask, but my name is Alex. He introduces himself before looking over at her, his eyes never settled below her face, obviously a gentleman. I'd offer you a towel to cover yourself with, but I forgot mine back at home. He chuckles while resting his hands on the silky sand beneath him, feeling it rise through the cracks between his fingers as his hands sink down a little further into the beach.