There wasn't a single floatation device on the boat. To Dusty, knowing how to swim was engrained, and safety devices just took up space. He was surprised Caelan even got on the boat at all, but he would be more careful with his speed and steering until he had some assurances that the young man wouldn't sink if he did fall into the water.<br/><br/>"You gonna know how to swim if you gonna be on a boat," Dusty said, as if this was to become a normal thing between them. Fishing, scavenging, drinking, and whatever else they got up to.<br/><br/>"Don't want to know. Didn't want to know before, why should I want to see it now?" Dusty answered simply. "Noting for me out dat way. Never has been." The swamps had everything he needed. More so now than ever before. He chuckled at the young man's offer to accompany him to walmart.<br/><br/>"Dere anything left?" he wondered. It wasn't a curiosity that had piqued his interested before. He imagined it was one of the first places people hit after things really went south, with perhaps only the really unusual things left. Probably a parking lot full of cars, not a drop of gas to be had. But salvageable, working vehicles or at the very least parts. Always looking for another project to start, maybe something he would never finish, but Dusty at least knew how to keep busy.<br/><br/>"Or you go just for nostalgia?" he laughed, tucking the pole away somewhere to pick his beer up again. "I go wich you, if you want me to."