“Must I?” I called.
I garnered no response, so waded into the chest deep churning sea. Water and myself had never really mixed, and I was less than amused by my dilemma. However, to be pulled aboard the small boat by the smiling features of a Sunyin filled my dead heart with joy. I stepped onto the creaking, wooden deck disbelieving of my own eyes.
“Sir,” said the little fellow with a polite bow, water pooling off his drenched body.
“Please, call me, Jean. And you must be, Sunyin.”
“I am a Sunyin.”
a“That"s good enough for me,” I exuded, and shook his hand with vigour much to the smaller man"s surprise.
Linka had disappeared into a small cabin at the prow of the boat, but soon returned with a towel which she tossed over. “Here, I don"t want you rotting,” she chuckled. “I see you"ve m
