Chapter 28

My mind is fuzzy, heavy, filled with herbal smells that mix with the humid odor of the salty sea, and it wasn't the up and down of the boat that gave me a stomachache, but the, the…

The rough old voice of the one at the front says, taking me away from those sensations: "Is such a rare thing to see someone as young as yourself coming over here to settle in of all things, most do the opposite you know? Go out and about in this big world, so blinded by the city lights, sigh…" The old wrinkled boat driver keeps talking, but from the port I have already come to realize that, without much happening in these small isolated cities, most of its inhabitants enjoy talking with someone new quite a lot, so it's no surprise when he basically does not shut up the entire way up to the island.