A Gift
Borma was irritated. He had travelled a very long way to get to the shore of the Southern Sea, and now that he was here, taking in the blue vista, listening to the waves wash over the sand… he didn’t know what to do. The view was pleasant, the fresh salty spray cooling his face, but whatever plans he had half made over the last few weeks, trekking through the jungle that separated the sea from the frontier city of Pella, the reality of the scene before him brought a hard reality: he had no boat. He had no net. He had no line, or hooks. His provisions were low, and it was a long way back to Pella.
