Fishing off the Docks (June 14, 5:40am)

[Thelonius]

As dawn settles over the harbour Thelonius lounges on a deck chair stripped down to the waist, his brown hide covered in a patchwork pattern of barely healed scars.  In one hand he holds a fishing rod, and with the other he lifts a bottle of powerful-smelling brown liquor to his lips periodically.  A large grin is plastered across his face, and he appears to enjoying himself immensely as his fishing lure bobs softly in the tide.

Several empty deck chairs sit next to him.