<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f9/Jason_Momoa_01.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Cristóbal Felipe Miramontes - Caleb (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10680208#msg10680208)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Rachael<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The beach, going for a swim<br/><strong>When: </strong>August<strong>4th</strong>, sunrise<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black boxers<br/><hr/>The water was surprisingly cool, but Caleb was glad for it, even though it meant it took him a little longer to warm up his muscles. He kept going through his body, tired after the night shift, protesting with burning ache. The butterfly was a demanding style to establish. He needed to find his rhythm and keep up with it, which is why it was far better suited for a pool than the ever-changing current of sea waves. Regardless, Caleb pushed on, not caring if he sometimes kicked the air with his legs, instead of water, or the occasional gulp of sea water.<br/><br/>About three quarters the distance to the yacht was the first time the thought he should turn back hit him. He<em>was</em>tired and the possibility he wouldn’t be able to swim back very real at the back of his mind. But the overachiever that he was, he ignored it, until his hand palmed the smooth side of the – definitely Mark’s - yacht. For a while he merely panted, trying to tame his breath, clinging to the surface as if it could lend him strength, as he pushed his long hair out of his face. The sun was rising quickly and getting stronger with each minute, warming the skin of his shoulders.<br/><br/>As his pulse and breathing slowed, he turned his back to the boat to enjoy the view of the beach and the island from the distance. Instead of the view, though, his gaze was immediately drawn to the lone figure that cut with determination into the wet sand of the beach. From his distance all he could distinguish was the graceful movement, the red hair in her bun and what seemed damn finely shaped legs.  Could it be one of the redheads he caught the glimpse of the day before? His heart actually jumped with the thought.<br/><br/>Well, there was only one way to find out.<br/><br/>Kicking up into a backstroke Caleb swam to the beach at an angle, hoping to catch behind the woman somewhere he wouldn’t have to chase her too far along the beach in her morning jog.<br/><br/>She did gain something on him, though, as his swim was definitely slower than her pace, but it wasn’t a distance his legs couldn’t cover. As tired as he was, determination still gave his own pace an edge, especially when he realized the woman was definitely one of those two he noticed yesterday, and he was soon behind her, then slowing his pace a little as he ran beside her in the drier sand – a little more demanding, but definitely easier on him with bare feet than it would be on her. Not before he had his share of admiring the movement of her legs and backside, though, realizing she was definitely no Elf, but a woman made of flesh and blood.<br/>“Good morning,” Caleb said as casually as his breath would permit, before he asked, flashing a smile: “Mind if I join?”