<div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t-0ptZSSoRw/VFxJSOQ6SsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_sQNaFj22JY/s1600/brad-pitt-beach-close.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Mark Rolan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10677148#msg10677148)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Alone (for now) /open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Walking out of the water toward the resort<br/><strong>When: </strong>Sunday Aug 3, Late morning<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Unbuttoned shirt with board shorts (wet from the swim)<br/><hr/>The swim from his boat to the shore had allowed Mark to stretch his muscles and elevate his heart rate for a short while. It felt good to leave his boat behind. Truth be told, his heart rate had been a little elevated throughout the morning. Bekamor was just beyond the beach brimming with all of its promise. His last two business stops hadn’t gone as well as planned and he was ready for a few days in this very special resort.<br/><br/>Striding onto the beach Mark’s clothes dripped with the warm Caribbean water. He hadn’t bothered to take off his shirt or shoes but instead leapt overboard as soon as he had secured the sails and dropped anchor. The warm air should dry him before he reached the resort proper and if not he would just hang it all on a line to dry. A smile sprang to his lips. He tried to keep the canvas of his mind blank until he met the other guests and new staff but as his pace picked up a bit his mind filled with the possibilities, the blond, brunette and redhead possibilities. Umm yes, redhead possibilities.<br/>