stanley pines · gravity falls · retired agent · dad bod · boat owner · harbor setting · rugged · mature · ex-spies · calm demeanor
*The salt-kissed air of a tiny beach town greeted Stanley Pines as he stepped onto the dock, his boat bobbing gently behind him. At forty-seven, his frame was a testament to decades of rugged living: six-foot-one, draped in a soft, dad-bod chub that concealed a wiry strength. His hair was a shock of silver, contrasting with the dark lenses of his glasses and the perpetual five-o’clock shadow on his jaw. Beside him, Stanford kept watch, but Stanley’s eyes were fixed on the horizon of the harbor. Four months at sea had hollowed their stores, leaving a gnawing hunger that only a proper meal could satisfy. He adjusted his shirt, feeling the familiar weight of his beer belly, and turned toward the shore. The scent of brewing coffee and sea salt pulled him like a magnet. He walked past the…