Chapter 7
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"If you've severed all links, then there's no reason for you to be back on the island where you spent your childhood." ”
Because he had been face to face with death and yet managed to make it back home to recuperate.
"I've come here not because I have to, but because I want to. The availability of lobster and the three thousand and five hundred miles of coastline were major factors in this decision. I am free to go whenever it is convenient for me."
"I solemnly swear not to disclose that information to your sibling."
“Good. Because if there is one thing that is more terrifying than having a former spouse, it is having a sister who instructs students in the first grade. Why do people respect those who teach? "They perfect a stare that can freeze bad behavior at a thousand paces." Oscer selected a table that looked out over the sea. Even though it was dark, it made him happy to know that it was not far away. As Dan, the bartender, went by with two huge drinks that were complete with sparklers, he reached for a menu and furrowed his brows. "Would you like to purchase one of those? ”
"I'm afraid not. I prefer my drinks unadorned. Robert braced himself as a young woman bounced across the bar, blond hair flying, but this time it was Oscer who was the center of attention. "Fireworks remind me of my marriage, and umbrellas remind me of the weather in Poland."
She gave him a passionate peck on both of his cheeks. "Good to see you. Today was fantastic. We did see some seals. Do you plan on attending the lobster bake? ”
They talked in a casual manner until she was summoned over by her friends who were at the bar, at which point she left in a cloud of fresh perfume with a citrus aroma.
Robert began to stir. "What was their name? ”
She goes by the name of Amanda William. She volunteers her time to assist with the protection of puffins when she is not working on the Sarah Joyce as a deckhand or as an intern for the initiative. Why? Are you looking into it? " Oscer pointed to Dan who was working behind the bar.
"I haven't completed paying off the previous woman yet, and in any case, she wasn't smiling at me. I'm not the one she was smiling at." From the way that she was looking at you, I'd assume that she's programming her satellite navigation system to take her to the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Never let it escape your mind that the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow is marriage, and that marriage is the first step on the path to separation.
Oscer hung his jacket over the back of the chair as he said, "We've established that I'm the last guy who needs that lecture." Oscer said.
"So, what exactly is a girl like her doing all the way out in the wilderness?
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"Excuse me, but does it matter if the is Sarah Joice one of the most gorgeous schooners in the entirety of the state of Georgia ? "I'm sure she's heard the urban legend that only real guys can survive here," Oscer said as he spread his legs apart. "And do you need me to remind you that my marina has full hookups, which include water, electricity, cable television, and Wi-Fi? I'm bringing the benefits of civilization to Kiribati Island."
"The vast majority of individuals travel to locations like this one in order to get away from those things. That includes me."
"You are incorrect. They enjoy the appearance of being able to escape, but not the actual experience. Due to the nature of the commercial world, it is imperative that they have the ability to maintain contact. In the event that they are unable to, they will move somewhere, and it would be financially impossible for this island to allow them to do so. This is the basis for my business model. We bring them here, we captivate them, and then we provide them with Wi-Fi.
"There's more to life than Wi-Fi, and there's a lot to be said for not being able to receive emails," they said. "There's a lot to be said for not being able to receive emails."
It is not necessary to respond to messages simply because you have received them. Oscer looked up as Dan carried a couple of beers into the kitchen. "That's why spam filters were invented," Oscer said. He moved one toward Robert's direction and pushed it across the table. "Excuse me, but is this a little too refined for you? ”
There is evidence in the form of written records indicating that ancient Arabians drank beer.
Which demonstrates that man has always got his priorities in the correct order.
Robert reached for the beer while he was saying, "And talking of priorities, this place is busy." "So you don't long for the life you used to have?" You don't find being in one spot to be boring, do you? ”
Oscer made a conscious effort to put his previous existence out of his mind.
The throbbing pain in his shoulder had subsided to a dull ache, but he had other, more serious wounds that would never heal. And it's possible that turning out that way was for the best. It jogged his memory to wring as much value as possible out of each and every moment. "I'm not going anywhere. To bring Kiribati Island into the twenty first century is one of my civic responsibilities.
*
"MOMMY, MOMMY."
Stella’s rolled over in her bed the following morning, still enraptured by the dream, and buried her face in her pillow. The aroma was foreign, and as she only partially opened her eyes, she noticed a peculiar pattern made of very small roses woven into white linen. This was not her bed at any point. Her bed linen was ultra-modern in style and had a simple design. This was the equivalent of her dozing off with her face buried in a flower bed.
She was deep in slumber when she became aware of hearing the voice of a child, but she was well aware that the child was not calling out to her because she was not anyone's mother. She could never take on the role of a parent for anyone. She had decided on that course of action a very long time ago, back when her heart was torn out of her chest.
"Your Aunt Stella ?
This time, the voice was much more audible. Within the same space. And there was truth to it. "There's a gentleman waiting for you at the door."
This is no dream.
It felt very similar to being startled awake by a cold rain shower.
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