Human has and will always be a creature of habits just like any other animal or living creature found in the boundless variety the nature has offered. A repetitive cycle to accommodate the splinters of time in this aerial and grounded colosseum of a land with events leading to conclusion for the fortunate or the misfortunate taking it as a sign to change their routine; this cycle with the mingling of encounters with other spanning over centuries have muted been dulled down to fit in the normal lives.
Clouds have cried and the winds have howled, towards the end there has still been a place that gets back to form a roundabout form, mockery and heresy of the contents, which the great minds had searched for their whole life has still been there one way or another. People have had not forgotten or they think they do but there is always things that stay and mold the history through ages and eons have gone since the cycle of going civil and flushing back to the juvenile or preposterous understanding of the way of life.
The stormy winds never left, thought Ishva looking at the windy ocean scene out of his small cottage. The life of a nomad is what he had to live now if he wants to keep the sanctity of the place he is bound to leave for in about sixty minutes. But with the heavy downpour after yesterday's drizzle he was thinking of changing plan. Not always do you have things workout the way you want and need them to be, slipping into a comfortable pair of boots he placed the required tools back in the sling bag that had kept his company since he boarded the flying ship.
The morning here was not much different from the humid morning sessions of his at the west coast but the majority of the difference lied in the fact that this port city has been well nourished by the populace of the country.
A city of Dreams as the masses called it, flair ups to show that the news were made here for the entire nation to witness and gape in awe. The streets were cluttered with people walking to and fro to their own destinations with different pace, with little regards to the heavy rain the coastline was forever flourishing.
Ishva witnessed ample to conclude but never took it to his heart, what goes around comes around, linking back the chains of his door and putting in the keys of the lock. His stay for about a day had been uneventful as he checked in the next list in the itinerary that was provided to him, with not much time left to catch a friendly boat to the island.
Looking at the coastline by the port a strong breeze blew past him taking with it a dusty cartoon into the crashing sea waves, the faint smell of a nearby fish market and the the porting industry's distant chimes resounded there. Steps taken were muffled by the sound of waves hitting the land as Ishva descended down the graveled way onto a wooden boat "Can I get you to sell this boat to me?" , he asked to a grumbling fella, "Nay, I don't sell but I sail." Ishva looked at the vacated shallow port.
Due to the oncoming heavy rain from the western sea, life and boats were not in abundance here, after walking for twenty minutes did he find one ferry, who was unwilling to sell he said, " I'll pay now", and took out a bundle of cash, he didn't require much anyway, after getting in touch with the black coat when he leave from here he will reach out for some monetary help then. The grumbling fella pushed back the boat a bit in the sea, he wanted to leave and started talk to himself again angrily as Ishva watched him fiddle with a pouch by his waist. "I'll get on but I want to go to a far off island so is it fine by you??" Ishva said hurriedly hoping to not let the opportunity go buy with the strong sea breeze.
The boat man looked back frowning still but with some glints of curiosity, "Where ah??" to which Ishva looked at the setting sun which was just a glimpse in all with all the hushed bustle at the far end of the port, "I'll pay you more for asking less." pointing towards the northwest he continued, "Again, it's more if you just sell me that boat." boat man's brows frowned and eyes narrowed a bit when Ishva got back to talking.
"Not that I am forcing you about it, anyway an elderly should never refuse help." he said getting closer to the boat as it was bought back closer by the boat man and quickly stepped in with the creaky sound of his boots and wood of the canoe.
" Where is to, this island you want to go." boat man inquired again with a slight more interest this time when Ishva sat back on the aft side. Taking out a compass from his slouched bag and pointing again towards the the northwest Ishva stopped concerning himself with the conversation and squinted his eyes to catch the glimpse of the setting sun.
"Nay!, there is nothing there." he stated paddling a bit further in the direction with the frowned brows. Ishva nodded to this and checked his compass again before calling out loudly, "I keep telling you sell me the boat." and he leaned back on a plank for support. A sound of hard wood hitting the side of the boat kept repeating itself when Ishva looked back at the boat man, who had now a temple dome forming over his brows as he peddled forward towards the direction pointed, "So what to do in the open sea, fishing," boat man inquired again after the initial pause.
"No, more of a research project, and not a open see the island I told you." Ishva retorted this time emphasizing about the fact that he does not wish to just fish with the stormy wind in a wild open sea.
Boat man raised one of his wooden oar crudely crafted for peddling up pointing and turning a bit towards that, " There is nothing there for next six or even seven miles, what do you want if not to fish." still ignoring the word island again as if filtering out the information which did not seem any closer to his reality.
The waves got harder and the rain started to pour down in fragments of small drops forming numerous small ripples colliding and ending on themselves all around leaving the boats tracks without a trail.
Ishva took the money and passed it to the boat man walking over slowly within the confines of the sturdy old boat and smiled and said scratching his face "We go to a island, it'll take really long to reach, about twice as long as it took to reach here." they could now see the coastline in the periphery of the horizon and nothing at all to account for island he wished to go.
"You should have left me the boat." he continued and wobbled back to aft and sat down taking in a deep breath of the rainy air which was cooling down the temperature "So now we are in the same boat," he laughed lightly a bit and said a bit loudly looking at the unfazed reaching of the boat man to his joke,"You can buy a machine boat with the amount I have already paid you, what's bothering you?, You insisted and I didn't have much option anyways."
Pushing ahead with synchronous strokes towards the unknown vicinity that Ishva had set for them, the boat man let out a grunt pushing down his anger, "Who want machine boat, I go on till you say stop" he said as he draped on a calm look and the waves hitting the boat gave a thump with his paddling.
Ishva picked up some clues about the resolute boat man who was waiting in the late afternoon when it was about to rain, him having some issues why his temper would flare up with the talk about money and the machine boats. He was not in a mood to reveal the information about a location which was still relatively unknown to the masses. The fact that various scriptures found in some of the tombs and and temples found had a reference of this land silent in the sea is harder to relate and ascertain, but the thought of arguing and talking up another chunk of his day to dwindle around the port side to get a sturdy enough boat and a happy seller was the uncertainty that he wished to avoid. He was not thinking of what should be done about this boat man but his intuition had guided him well and he believed it will keep doing so.
" Let me paddle for a while" He said keeping his bag to a side when a flash of light had gone off on the coast side and his words were muffled by the sound of the breathtaking thunder that followed it.
He waved his hands balancing himself at the center of the boat and said again, " Come on let me paddling for some time now." The boat man heard this time and looked at the strange ferry he had on board with a desecrating look, but carefully place the two oars inside and stood up slowly to his left giving him the way to the helm of with the paddles.
