XIII. Familiar Faces
Andres and Osmond raced down the hills towards the back of the island. A small dock fit neatly with one boat housed the astronomer’s keepsake.
Though the entirety of the boat was compact, the inside was deep enough for a stargazing lumberjack figure or two thin scientists with a penchant for roaming curiosity.
Departure did not take more than a minute since Andres untied and took control of the wheel. Osmond noticed Andres’s precision was overwhelmingly perfect. Accurate turns against the miniature waves with the right degree on every turn. His movements postured the perfect mechanics. Osmond felt any person would have envied his coordination.
The distance across Orion’s Eye rivaled the trail in Libe Village’s main park. Thickets of deep cyan pushed by calm winds g
