To those watching, it may seem that the odd man in the dark coat has more interest in feeding the gulls than the drama on the high seas unfolding in the harbor. That is not the case.
Behind his sunglasses, his eyes are focused on the spot where she and the boy disappeared from view. He is reaching for a connection, ignoring the way it bounces and ripples with each muffled slap of the wake chop against the side of the sailboat. He will not lose her, no matter how tired he may be.
The seagull hops up to perch on his shoulder. Skellig hands it up a piece of torn bread, before popping one chunk into his own mouth.
A loud squawk erupts from the bird, protesting.
"Hush, you."
He focuses harder on the glitter on the water. And then he stands.
(If the boy has stopped flailing, he is going to need help.)
"Watch that," he orders to the gull, motioning at the bags of vodka and soup tins, before he begins to walk towards the end of the pier to meet her.
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Date: 2012-03-01 05:47 am (UTC)Behind his sunglasses, his eyes are focused on the spot where she and the boy disappeared from view. He is reaching for a connection, ignoring the way it bounces and ripples with each muffled slap of the wake chop against the side of the sailboat. He will not lose her, no matter how tired he may be.
The seagull hops up to perch on his shoulder. Skellig hands it up a piece of torn bread, before popping one chunk into his own mouth.
A loud squawk erupts from the bird, protesting.
"Hush, you."
He focuses harder on the glitter on the water. And then he stands.
(If the boy has stopped flailing, he is going to need help.)
"Watch that," he orders to the gull, motioning at the bags of vodka and soup tins, before he begins to walk towards the end of the pier to meet her.