The beach, Isla San Pedro, Chile, Wednesday morning
Wednesday, March 18th, 2026 11:04 amDuke had promised Lucifer he'd build them a cabana on the beach. Duke had renovated the Cape Rouge on his own, and had no doubts of his ability to build something that didn't even have to float.
Duke was learning that boat interiors and land exteriors did not actually share all that much in common.
Currently, he was looking concerned at the pile of lumber he'd ordered. He had tools and hardware, he had wood, he just didn't have any idea how to put them together just yet.
"C'mon, YouTube," he said, staring at his phone. "Help me out here."
[for the two who are here with him, if they wanna]
Duke was learning that boat interiors and land exteriors did not actually share all that much in common.
Currently, he was looking concerned at the pile of lumber he'd ordered. He had tools and hardware, he had wood, he just didn't have any idea how to put them together just yet.
"C'mon, YouTube," he said, staring at his phone. "Help me out here."
[for the two who are here with him, if they wanna]