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The Bulli Beach Park Estate

By MICK ROBERTS ©

A South Coast Times advertisement for Floyd’s Estate at Bulli Beach in 1913

WANIORA Point, the parkland fronting Bulli Beach was for the early part of last century referred to locally as Point Peter or Floyd’s Point.

Peter Floyd, son of Bulli publican and butcher Jack Floyd, inherited 20 acres of land fronting Bulli beach, stretching westward to the South Coast railway, between…

Peter was annoyed that his Captain sent him to be on some other goddamn starship. He said it was for learning more stuff, however honestly it was probably because Peter tried to kill his coworker Victor, the navigator yesterday. Of course he wasn't going to kill him. However he has no patience for lack of knowledge and stupid people. So he often clashes with anyone he meets. So, the U.S.S. Enterprise huh? Great, well they better know Peter won't take anyone shit.

Onboard being beamed up into the Enterprise he stepped off the platform, looking at all the unknown people who was staring at him. Peter wasn't un uniform, it fact it looked like he was more on a day off than actually working. Looking around he crossed his arms exhaling. "So who the brat that is going to train me do to my own job?" Even though that isn'y why Peter is here, he figured someone was going to try and strengthen him up.

Peter was on shore leave, enjoying his somewhat quiet day off at a local bar in town. He was happy to be given the chance to break away from the crew. Don't get him wrong, he loved being the pilot onboard the U.S.S. Ournaos, however he didn't like the navigator, Victor he has to sit by. If given the chance, he would have probably killed him by now. Peter isn't the type of guy to handle someone immaturity very well at all. Not to mention he was no patience for anyone.

Enjoying his drink of scotch. He was happy given in this moment a time to break away from drama. God, he was going to hate going back to the starship. Of course his Captain told him to stay away from beer. Please, his captain can't even go a day without having some. What a prick. mumbling to himself he ordered a second around as his shot was about to be gone. As he was about to take a sip someone bummed into him, causing the drink to fall and the glass to shatter.

Turning around he grabbed the man by the collar. "How about I hear a fucking sorry from your mouth kid." Turns out that kid was a full grown ass man, however he didn't care. All he had to say was sorry and he'll forgive the poor lad for ever messing with Peter Floyd.