Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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Perry tilted his head, taking in the woman in front of him. She looked around his age, but who could tell these days? Very poised, so possibly a family member of someone who owned one of the yachts docked outside. He smiled when she addressed him. “Well, we have fishing supplies and stuff! Are you looking for a gift? Or are you interested in picking up a new hobby?” Perry would have to do his best to hide his surprise if she was buying for herself. Not that there was anything wrong with it, and it meant that he had to work on his judgment.
“I’m Perry, by the way.” He was sure that she probably clocked his name tag, but better to be polite. He could feel Cal’s invisible glare on him to make sure he was treating the customers correctly. Heck, Cal would probably giggle like a schoolgirl if he witnessed Perry trying to adjust his own shoulders and posture in front of an attractive person.
Perry was nervous to sail on his own in a racing manner. He knew he would be fine, but it was the fact there were so many people watching. Plus, he was going against his boss and Christian! They were both very knowledgeable.
The start was rough, as his lines got caught – but Perry managed to catch up. He made sure he wasn’t crossing into anyone, but was laser focused on crossing the invisible line between the finishing buoys. Perry must’ve banked out his whole run until he heard the horn when he crossed. 12 minutes. He didn’t know how to feel, but he was smiling. He enjoyed himself.
Well, shit. Perry wasn’t expecting to be taking something. Aria had just told him she wanted someone to go to a party with her. But now here he was, the keys of someone’s car he had never met in his hands. He wouldn’t admit that there was a thrill in his chest, something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Theft wasn’t something Perry had done in a long time, mainly because he tried to avoid it. But now, he was like a former drug addict going on a bender.
With the keys, it was easy to unlock the Audi. Perry slipped into the driver’s side, started the car. He looked at Aria. “C’mon slow poke!” he grinned ready to drive a car he probably could never afford in his lifetime.
Perry had been finding himself in a better mood lately. Maybe it was because he was accepting the fact this dad was never coming back. And maybe he would never meet his mom. It did help that he was allowing himself to open up to Cal and Christian, as well. Not as much as he wanted to yet, but Perry was working on it.
He was at the dock, wrapping up some ropes on the dock – whistling to himself. There were a few patrons here and there. Many of them he would’ve been a piss rat too, but Perry had been nice to them. Their harder demands, he threw toward his boss. So far, the patrons seemed to like that he was becoming more personable. Bigger tips, for sure.
After finishing the ropes, Perry found himself walking back to the office covered in sweat. He opened the back door and was greeted by a young woman. She didn’t appear to look like someone who fished or boated, but Perry knew better than to voice those assumptions out loud.
“Oh, hey, welcome in! I must’ve not heard the bell,” he apologized. “I hope you weren’t waiting too long. How can I help you?”
God, this day was already awful – but Perry did have a feeling it was about to get worse. Christian was right, the weather needed to chill out before anyone could do anything about finding Cal. Cal was a solid sailor. But mother nature was unpredictable. Thankfully, he hadn’t headed out towards the direction of the North Sea. That sea took everyone and everything with it.
Perry fumbled with the radio again, but nothing. Thankfully, the storm was disappearing as fast as it came. It was still bad, but the horizon appeared clearer. He grabbed a telescope and looked out the backdoor. It didn’t take long for the carnage of the boat Cal was on to be seen. At least, the silhouette on the horizon.
“The boat is 8 kilometers away. C’mon,” he demanded. “We can beat the tide if we run out now.” Panic was holding Perry by the throat. Was he breathing? He didn’t know. But this was their chance. Perry fumbled putting on his raincoat as he ran out of the back door. A normal person would’ve slipped, but Perry’s natural knowledge of the land formations made him quick across the docks, rocks, and pebbles.
“What? Are you a fucking idiot? No, you’re not going out there. I can't be having you disappearing on you me either.” God, he really was sounding like a son crying over his dad going back to war. While Perry rarely showed it, Christian and Cal meant a lot to him. Like, a lot.
Perry was going to say more, but the front door of the shop opened with a loud slam. Mainly due to the slappy creaking in the wind, and the howling of the rain following the person in. “Oh, uhm, hello..?” Perry said, maybe not as confident as he needed. “Can we help you?” It was evident, the man was drenched. While Perry’s eyes were stinging, he knew it wasn’t Cal. He would’ve used the back door. Always did when he came back from a job.
Then it dawned on him. “Are you Eli?!” That was the only person Perry could think that was crazy enough to come out in the rain.
