Singing the Body Electric

Six Sentence Sunday: Post six sentences from whatever you're working on, if you're game! Folks who don't want to make their own posts are very welcome to share their snippets here.

From "A Wishbone Compass" (Our Flag Means Death, Fang/Izzy, a canon divergence AU where Fang and Izzy wash up on a desert island together a year before s1):

Fang's clothes were dry by the time the sun set, and it felt nice to wiggle back into his fire-warmed trousers as the breeze off the water turned cooler. With a storm still circling out there, he thought it might be cozier to camp on the other side of the hill, but who knew what kind of beasties might be out in the forest at night. Besides, they'd be easier to spot out here, for better or for worse—and hopefully for the better.

Izzy seemed to be thinking along the same path, drawing lines in the sand with a stick and squinting at them in the falling light, muttering occasionally as he tried to work out how long it would take the Queen Anne to get back here if the crew refitted at sea, how long it would take if the ship had to put in at Antigua, how long if they had to limp down to Dominica.

"A week at the outside," he finally proclaimed, nodding at the evidence of his figuring. "More likely as soon as tomorrow, knowing him."

It was as warming as the fire, in its own funny way, to sit in the glow of Izzy's absolute faith that the captain would come looking for them.