I was sitting on the laptop finding myself with the greatest battle a writer could face, Writer’s block. My father and I just came into this port on the edge of Ireland. Dad went into the boat house to pay for everything. I found a spot after tying the boat down to write a little bit. 20 minutes has passed and Dad came up and said, “I’m starving, the harbor master told me of this great Irish Pub just a couple of blocks up.” I put the notebook back into the boat and ran to catch up to father.
We walked into the pub found seats at the bar. The bartender walked through the swinging doors which lead into the kitchen. She was a stunning Irish beauty walking up to us. She said, “When did you two come into town?”
Dad with a smirk on his face said, “A couple of hours ago we heard there was a stunning Irish bartender in town we must of missed that pub?”
She said, “Yeah yeah smartass. Who is the young lad with you or does he not know how to talk yet?”
I said, “Just fetch me a beer and bomb you crazy bitch.”
She laughed. She came back with our drinks. She said, “I like your guys attitude not many men sass me. I guess it’s with the hopes of being nice to me that they will get into my tight jeans. What your names be?”
Dad said, “My name is Antonio and my son’s name is Tristian?”
She said,” My name is Ashley.”
Ashley entertained us with stories and great spots to see in town. It got close to closing time the pub was dead as can be she said, “ I have a car in back if you want to I can drive you down to the harbor.”
We both agreed since we figured the Irish police wouldn’t take to well to drunken Americans. I picked up my father, Antonio bringing him to the car. I lifted him fireman style and carried him to the boat putting him gently into the captain’s quarters of the boat. I came up out of the boat to see Ashley has made her way to the dock. She looked at me and said, “I have something to tell you.”
Come back again to see what the mystery connection is between Tristan, Antonio, and Ashley.
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