Whiskey And Fog

## Part one

Note: The Sole Survivor will be referred to as "Cap’n", or simplified to SS for the sake of my patience.)

*"*This damn Island is cursed. Didn't used to be like this, covered in Fog. Back when I was a young lad, the Island was clean an’ safer. But after those Children of Atom did their crazy radiation worshiping... It all went to hell after that". *SS replies, "*Aren't you going to do something about it? The Children are clearly a threat to Far Harbor and whoever dares to survive out there." *Old Longfellow chuckles,* "Oh I will, Cap’n, I will. They took everything away from me, seems fit that I do the same. You got the Launch Key that DiMa talked about?". *SS can see where this is going, and not against the idea, "*What, do you want to nuke them?". "You're damn right I do! They want division? Let’s give those kooks division! ” *SS agrees,* “Alright, not the worst idea we’ve had.”

*SS and Longfellow went to the Nucleus and entered the submarine. Together they fought and killed the Children inside the submarine, then SS finished off Tektus with a sacrificial machete. SS hands Longfellow the launch key, which Longfellow then gladly inserts and turns the key. The launch alarm crackles then starts up. Running for the exit, Longfellow and SS make it out the door and run a few feet from the entrance to the Nucleus. The base explodes, the rumble loud enough for Far Harbor to hear and see.*

*Longfellow takes a swig of whiskey,* “Hey Cap’n, you got a minute?” “I’m listening” *Longfellow clears his throat,* “After all we’ve been through, this means the most to me Cap’n. Remember when I told you about Hannah? How she was taken by those damn Children, and my child being unborn, then the Trappers killed her. What happened to Hannah was her choice, an' so be it. But I never got to be a father, an' that's what I regret. I wouldn’t exactly call you my son, but you’re the closest thing I’ll ever have to one. A damn good friend, Cap’n. You've given this old hunter a sense of purpose, an' a reason for livin'.” *SS replies,* “I understand how that feels, more than you know. And yeah, we’ve had some pretty fun adventures. The Commonwealth is boring, especially the people there. Running with you has been the best for me in a long time” *Longfellow looks around, notices that it’s getting dark and the Fog is rolling in,* “Well, we better get a move on. Fog is rollin’ in and I need a nap.” *SS agrees,* “Yeah, I could use a good rest.”

*SS returns to Far Harbor to celebrate with the residents after the destruction of the CoA. Longfellow, as always, walks home alone. It’s dark, the Fog grows thicker by the minute. To pass the time, he sings one of the various sailor tunes he knows. Longfellow arrives at his cabin, opens the door then closes it behind him. He lays down, thinks over his day one last time, then falls asleep. Dead of night, the Fog at record highs. So thick that the Fog condensers nearly break. Longfellow is jolted awake, sits up quickly in bed to the distant roar of a Fog Crawler. Longfellow grabs a bottle of Whiskey off his nightstand and takes a swig. He gets out of bed rather hastily and grabs a harpoon gun leaning against the wall, and whispers to himself, “*Shipbreaker”...

## Part two

"Whiskey and Fog", Pt 2

*It was worse than Longfellow ever remembered. Upon contact with the fog, he began to cough. He grabbed some cloth out of his pocket and wrapped it around his face. A while back, when Longfellow and SS were exploring a vault, he scavenged a Pip-Boy off of a corpse. Grateful he did, because it was going to be the key to finding Shipbreaker. He tuned into it’s frequency and started wandering into the fog.*

“Come out, come out, wherever you are…” *Longfellow said. Just then, the monstrous Fog Crawler rams into Longfellow, knocking him down. As he fell, he pulled the trigger on his harpoon gun and managed to hit Shipbreaker in it’s torso. With a screech, it ripped out the harpoon. Longfellow gets up and starts to run, although outrunning a Fog Crawler isn't something easy. He turns around, fires again and hits it’s torso again, but the Crawler ignores it this time. Longfellow manages to hide for a split second, and grabs a bottle of liquor out of his pocket. He takes the cloth on his face off and stuffs it into the bottle, and lights the cloth. He stands up, aims and throws the bottle at Shipbreaker. Catching aflame, the Crawler starts screaming upwards, exposing it’s neck. Longfellow aims his gun, but hesitates to fire. Shipbreaker ran into the nearby coast to extinguish the flames, Longfellow quietly followed it. He remembered something SS did once, something about taming an enemy… Longfellow took a harpoon out of the gun and held it in his hand, just in case. After dropping the gun, he walked slowly towards the Crawler and reached an empty hand out.* “Hey… It’s alright… I know I hurt you, but that was just out of self-defense…”. *The Crawler looked at him, and replied with an intimidating growl. Longfellow continued,* “Look, I don’t know how this works, I don’t have to kill you.”, *He grabbed a bottle of whiskey out of an internal pocket of his longcoat and popped the cork, taking a swig. He walked up to Shipbreaker, who didn’t try to hit him. Longfellow held out the bottle of whiskey and said,* “Want some? Might help your pain.”. *The Crawler lowered its head to investigate the bottle of liquor, then seemed to decline it. Longfellow placed a hand on Shipbreaker, and tried to pet it.* “Heh, wanna come back with me?”. *Longfellow walked through the thick fog and the forests, Shipbreaker followed not too far behind. Lonfellow spotted some Trappers and a few fog creatures fighting near Far Harbor, he told Shipbreaker to wait while he ran to the Harbor to tell the inhabitants.* “Avery, tell everyone to take cover, now.”, *Avery replied,* “Why? Trappers and the fog creatures are about to attack us!”, *Longfellow smiled,* “I know, just tell everyone to take cover. You and I will watch from the top there.”. *Longfellow and Avery stood on the defense platform and waited, Longfellow whistled for his new friend,* “Avery, say hello to our new friend and protector…”*. The fearsome roar of a Fog Crawler was heard, the fighting stopped and the enemies paused to listen. A Trapper yelled,* “INCOMING CRAWLER!”. *Shipbreaker tore through the enemies with ease, leaving almost no survivors. Longfellow loaded a harpoon into his gun and aimed at the surviving Trapper, then fired. They were hit in the leg and fell to the floor. Shipbreaker impaled the wounded Trapper, finishing them off. Captain Avery said*, “Is that…?”, *Longfellow smiled,* “Shipbreaker, tamed and cooperative.” *The Crawler rewarded itself by dragging some of the various bodies into the fog and would devour them later. Longfellow walked into the Harbor’s bar and bought a few bottles of whiskey. The bartender said,* “So, you control one of the fiercest monsters on this island?”, *Longfellow replied,* “I’ve been on this damned island longer than any of you have been alive, longer than the Fog. ‘Bout time I get some compensation. Besides, it’d be nice having a Crawler on our side, especially Shipbreaker.”. *Longfellow took a swig of whiskey, and continued talking to the bartender as well as the other residents in the bar. The Fog thinned and cleared out of the area near Far Harbor. Justice was coming to the Island, Longfellow would continue his revenge against all who dwell in the Fog, make it safe for generations to come. He walked back to his cabin to find Shipbreaker resting nearby, dining on the corpses it dragged away. He walked up to it and said,* “No sleep today, all thanks to you. I wonder what Hannah would have thought about me having you as a pet.”. *He walked into his cabin and sat down at his table. He grabbed a pencil and some paper, then started writing and drawing. He was planning something, perhaps some ideas to expand Far Harbor once the Island is safe, maybe something for himself to add to his lonely little land. Turns out it was both. He’d hand the Harbor plans to the new leader, and started using the various resources around his house to build his own things. Whenever he’d need more, he’d stop by the Harbor to get materials or SS would stop by and drop off a shipment from the Commonwealth. Longfellow’s life seemed to have meaning again and he was happy to finally do something productive.*

*He started a business harvesting sludge from the fog condensers and boiling it into drinks and medical supplies. He learned most of the crafting from SS, not only cooking but chemistry, weapons and armor crafting as well. He weaved his longcoat with ballistic fiber, improved his rifle, repaired the walls of the shed behind his cabin, and many other things. He set up a generator and hung some lights around his cabin and other areas.*

*Stories of Longfellow and Shipbreaker began to reach the mainland, scaring many in Boston and people quit going to the Island. Far Harbor had peace, long awaited peace. Some stupid raiders would travel to the Island, thinking they could prove themselves. But all who went into the Fog, never came back out*