ISKRA
He glances where her eyes land on the dock, signs that say BOAT in bold display, weathered and sun-beaten, which doesn't take as much time as one might think around here to earn such a look. "No shit—that place is still here?" There's an excited edge to his question as a simmering smile rests on his face, a look that can only come from the warm and exquisite taste born upon the tortillas that come from that specific restaurant. "I kinda gave up hope of ever being able to taste anything from my childhood again," he admits gently. There's a thoughtfulness to it, as he realizes he's done it again, made sweeping assumptions about the state of something and just...given up.
"We definitely are going there," he affirms, the creep of sorrow for the poor choices that riddled his past driven back down by the promise of reclaiming this one today. First, the boat.
Leaning against one of the boat rental counters, he ends up in a back and forth haggle with the man, who's clearly spied an out of towner and is trying to wring every bit of money from his pockets as possible. "You can't fool me," Iskra insists with a finger jabbing the counter to punctuate each word. "That's a daily fishing vessel and that is not what I want." The merchant insists Iskra take the stinky boat if he's going to be so stingy with his pay, to which Iskra runs a hand through his hair in foul exasperation. "Just give me the skiff for the same price as the trawler, that's more than it's worth."
"We definitely are going there," he affirms, the creep of sorrow for the poor choices that riddled his past driven back down by the promise of reclaiming this one today. First, the boat.
Leaning against one of the boat rental counters, he ends up in a back and forth haggle with the man, who's clearly spied an out of towner and is trying to wring every bit of money from his pockets as possible. "You can't fool me," Iskra insists with a finger jabbing the counter to punctuate each word. "That's a daily fishing vessel and that is not what I want." The merchant insists Iskra take the stinky boat if he's going to be so stingy with his pay, to which Iskra runs a hand through his hair in foul exasperation. "Just give me the skiff for the same price as the trawler, that's more than it's worth."
I'm losin' my grip, caught up in the current
I can't swim, I'm startin' to slip
I'm runnin' out of breath, I'm scared to death
I gotta keep my head up, Up above the water
I can't swim, I'm startin' to slip
I'm runnin' out of breath, I'm scared to death
I gotta keep my head up, Up above the water
