By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 2: Quaint Local Customs
You don’t need to be on St. Bevons very long before you know they have all different races there. So Patrick was some kind of Asian and the other one–Dobie, like it said on his shirt–was white. Not surprising. And they have their own accent or dialect or whatever. I mean you hear it but not from the ones that have any money, lol! Patrick had it, but underneath you could tell that he had to be an American. Same for the other one. You knew it by how they said things. Like when Dobie said, “Yeh, we be outta you way soon sir.” These guys on the island, like cooks and so on, always said “waaaay,” like it might go on forever, and when they got to something like “sir,” it was “sirrrr.”
But these two guys didn’t sound like that. They sounded like I sounded when Dan took me to his room and gave me a beer (thanks, Dan–finally!) and I did my imitation of islan’ talk till he told me I was drunk and I should knock it off. So you can learn to talk that way, but you might not be perfect. Anyhow, Dobie and Patrick pulled off the bedclothes and brought in some new sheets and fluffed up the pillows and went in the bathroom and scrubbed and flushed and mopped and sprayed, and all the time they were chattering away in islan’ but the way they cranked their shoulders and slung their butts was totally USA.
