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Round-trip over the Ocean

Round-trip over the Ocean S A K I Y A M A T A M I A commotion of light stirred at their backs, as if someone were creeping across the water toward them. She spun around in alarm. Suspended over the misty cape of T. Island, the setting sun glowed like a red ball of fire. Fragments of broken light flew at her eyes and scattered in all directions. As she blinked rapidly, a blanket of vermillion unfurled toward them and converged with the color of the sea. From a distance, the surface of the ocean appeared to be a gently undulating blue carpet; viewed up close from the boat, it was a heaving expanse of high crests. Crashing through towering waves one after another, the boat struggled through the heavy seas. It was 6:20 in the afternoon. The small fishing boat, midway between two islands--one receding behind them, one drawing closer--continued to plunge ahead across the ocean. An hour and ten minutes had passed since the roofless boat, under the gaze of the heavens, had departed from the northern port of T. Island with its three passengers: Akiko; Kinzö, who was ill; and Old Man Käre, the helmsman. They had http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Manoa University of Hawai'I Press

Round-trip over the Ocean

Manoa , Volume 23 (1) – Jun 29, 2011

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S A K I Y A M A T A M I A commotion of light stirred at their backs, as if someone were creeping across the water toward them. She spun around in alarm. Suspended over the misty cape of T. Island, the setting sun glowed like a red ball of fire. Fragments of broken light flew at her eyes and scattered in all directions. As she blinked rapidly, a blanket of vermillion unfurled toward them and converged with the color of the sea. From a distance, the surface of the ocean appeared to be a gently undulating blue carpet; viewed up close from the boat, it was a heaving expanse of high crests. Crashing through towering waves one after another, the boat struggled through the heavy seas. It was 6:20 in the afternoon. The small fishing boat, midway between two islands--one receding behind them, one drawing closer--continued to plunge ahead across the ocean. An hour and ten minutes had passed since the roofless boat, under the gaze of the heavens, had departed from the northern port of T. Island with its three passengers: Akiko; Kinzö, who was ill; and Old Man Käre, the helmsman. They had

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Published: Jun 29, 2011

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