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The hooded stranger sat quietly as the train chugged along. He had taken this train journey earlier in the week, so he had a rough idea where he was going...
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The crowd paraded the hooded stranger through the market street. He saw tourists gleefully take part, buying masks or applauding as he walked past. The hooded stranger was now regretting not researching more about the island before arriving.
They eventually arrived at the train station. The hooded stranger was ushered onto a carriage.
"Finally, I can sit down again" mumbled the mayor to himself.
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The hooded stranger had no sooner checked-out and exited the B&B when three masked locals grabbed him. One took his back packs while the other two held his arms.
He was about to put up a fight, but quickly realised they were far from alone. From what he could see, the whole town must have been there.
He didn't think his reputation had reached outside of his home village. He was about to discover that assumption was still correct.
Before him stood the mayor.
-"You have been chosen for the privilege of serving as our tribute to the Fomorians."
-"The what? Let go of me! What the hell is going on?!"
-"It was no coincidence that you came here when you did. Manannán mac Lir has sent many to protect us..."
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The weather had cleared up by the next day. The hooded stranger made his way around the rest of the island, visiting Ramsey and finishing the day in Peel.
For such a beautiful ruins (near a long stretch of beach), he never visited a castle that was so difficult to find from the middle of town.
His only choice was to follow the slope of the land down through narrow winding streets in hopes of finding the beach. A number of times he was convinced he was going the wrong way.
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Visibility was poor due to wet weather, forcing the hooded stranger to abandon his plans for more exploring that day.
That evening, he sat quietly in an Italian restaurant, sketching in his little notebook while waiting for his pizza...
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The musician showed the hooded stranger around Castle Rushen. The hooded stranger had seen the castle when he took the "scenic route" the day before.
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The hooded stranger had quite the trip to the Isle of Man. From getting on a bus that went in the wrong direction (and visiting half of the Island in the process) to crossing the Fairy bridge and defiantly not saying "hello fairies," the hooded stranger finally dropped his things at his B&B and went to meet with the musician at the sea terminal.
◀"Will I know it's a sea terminal when I see it?" Asked the hooded stranger.
▶"It's the building that looks like a giant lemon squeezer."
