took a large swing and threw a bread piece as far as he could. Orano made a loop, caught it on the fly without speed reducing and took his path ahead. Very dignified.
Koda smiled widely and climbed back on the shrouds.
You should also feed yourself from time to time, young man, — she came to the shipboard with a plate.
What for if you’re taking care about this?
Koda squinted his eyes on her hands.
He is a bird, you know. Feeds on fresh fish. Your food requests a much harder to respond.
She was standing on the deck for a while, watching kid making his time, before talking to him. He seemed to settle down completely. Not a surprise, almost a year had passed. But, she thoughts, she usually notice things that had already happen. When one of the cabins is already full of the ‘treasures’, how he calls it, bird feathers hang on the stripe from side to side of his room, a collection of glass bottles slowly replenishes on the shelf, and more cloth to wash and dry, and she started to cook cakes with a sea kale no one can eat but Koda, and seeing him on particular places on the boat became expectable. That’s a thing everyone has here. Not only a bed, a cabin, not one place — but a lot of them. A sit under the dinner table, some particular chair, a corner to crawl back into, a place that means a talkative mood and a place for being alone. She feels the boat to be multiple. Each of them makes the place vaster somehow, thou there are only several empty cabins left. She remembers the time only a few were filled up with special sounds. Cat in Mike’s room. Elevet’s wind music and gears for it. She secretly keeps all broken or valid metal tubes he had thrown. Gerome and Jeremiah’s all-time rumbling. Then.. Eliza’s whistling and Brody’s humming machines, and snoring, and twins moving furniture in the middle of the night, and almost all of them had private kettles in their rooms, and don’t ever mind yelling from the end of the corridor for something and.. and it is one of her most cared in the depth feelings, the feeling of liveness of this place, of her home. She never was alone with them, even when Elevet died.
A small fish was thrown onto the deck and Orano cried sharply, passing by. Koda made a loud sound that was close to bird’s one as thanks.
Ha. So, you take care of each other. Good for you, — she picked a fish up. — I’ll fry it.
She leaned over the railing and looked at the island below. It is small and bushy, overgrown with verdurous tree lines. Orano checked it out from the above as far it was floating by the ship. Or they both float by each other, a tugboat and a land piece.
Will you help me with the laundry, young man? Mike is just about to start, and then it’ll need time to dry, — she takes an empty plate and heads going back to work.
In a thunder day? Well anyway, I love Mike’s stories.
Sure. Wait, what?
Koda shuffles his feet into the air, chewing sandwich with dried seaweed.
A thunder. Soon, — he breathes in heavily, — very soon.
How do you.. a smell of a thunder?
Yeah. It is more like hearing it. Like the general feeling, not only the smell.
— Okey then. Let’s check how good your nose is.
Mike was sitting under the handler table, probably switching waves to correct the navigation map. All ships left a kind of circled audiotape on their radio frequency, the code with main information: the weather around them, dangerous and questioned degrees, trading this ship can offer. They changed and checked it periodically depending on the situation.
Koda came closer. A pile of maps and papers burden the main navigational map. Mike was biting a pencil furiously with an expression of deep thinking process on the face.
Any shifting? — Koda looked over Mike’s shoulder.
No chances, — he shook his head in despair.
Mike has traded a pack of old maps of the continental times and wanted to take a look at their navigational style. So far to no avail.
If she sent you to help me, 50’ left reported a storm coming. No wet work today! Yeah, I know.
Koda nodded at the thing on the table:
I thought you wear it as an adornment. Never saw you using it somehow.
Actually I... don’t know how to use it, and if it is even possible know. They called it ‘compass’. It helped with navigations in the times of continents. Here, this arrow must have pointed some particular direction. They called it ‘North’. Bookkeeper said it probably was a name of some territory on the continent or so. But is doesn’t work now. It rotates and points different directions. For some time I thought it was connected with the Sunrise, ‘couse it pointed on It and 45’ left for like several weeks. But then it changed. A have no new theory yet.
So, you are investigating, as a scientist?
I... Well, that’s strange, but I think maybe it’ll start working if our navigations systems crash. I mean, if something ever… Idiocy, yeah? Never mind. Maybe I just like it.
Mike looked as if he acknowledged something embarrassing.
Koda nodded with deep understanding.
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