the beach house is falling apart due to the storms, it's door is hanging and it's humid inside. There is no floor, just sand, and a hole to serve as the outhouse.
beach house, Shore
person
an exiled person
I'm exiled from my homeland. My morals were not endeared my the invaders. I hate the life of an exile.
Invaders too my home Excuse me, sir? They took my home! And now this place is utteryly falling apart, I hate this life! Is really is falling apart, do you live here then? I was trying to, it isn't mine I just came here after I was exiled from my home. I don't know what I am going to do, I have nothing. I too have nothing now. We can be alone together and at least try to survive without going mad. Thanks, I guess misery does love company Well more like, isolated people seek any companionship we can get. I needed that As did I, it has been a long time since I've seen anybody let alone a friend. I wish I could go back to my homeland, but I am glad to have you as my freind. Life could be worse. As do I, I miss my family and friends from back home.