Wheeling Gull Isle awake my soul

It wasn't what Firefly thought it was. Tryp had always been more attracted to men than women, so a brothel-like island did not excite him the way the other thought. Perhaps, the striking king of the rock did. Like the spot he was perched upon, he seemed a bit rough around the edges and the soft, sad, sandy sucker kinda dug his style.

Uhm, alright then. He answered, passing the guardian to go look for this Strand. Who should I say sent me? He asked before he was too far away. It was his cheeky way of asking for the stranger's name without being too upfront. Guys liked that, right?