have assumed that she was a perform the last service for his servant, but not anymore. Some soul, and then they buried him at things had changed for the better. sea. I took the rest of his family wife would kill me if I back to the main on my way “My hadn’t offered you supper and a home.” Geoff continued. “I’ve bed for the night.” Joe said. had several trips with refugees of our pasts, she is from the shore who wanted back “Regardless very old school that way, from an to the main; it’s a hard life out old Pakistani Christian family, very there and keeps getting harder.” much into hospitality.” they fished him out of “So The smells from the kitchen the drink just to throw him back became inviting, Geoff gave silent in.” Joe said. a waste of “Seems thanks for hospitality as he time, but I guess if you have realized his hunger. The shore religion, you want him to rest in folk were good hosts in there way, peace, have closure and all that. but food was becoming scarce out And,” Joe continued. guess they “I at the old coastline as the fishing don’t have cemeteries out there fell off. anymore. Not that the folks what ever buried here got anything better “Wonder happened to old Mr. nowadays. With all the honorable Kochrander?” Joe mused. words said at their funerals, all “He seemed to disappear after the the old soldiers buried here ended water started to rise in earnest.” up with sea burial.” As Joe spoke, was there when the shore lightning lit the sky and rain “I folk pulled his body out of the hammered down onto the roof of water a year, maybe two, ago.” the mansion. Geoff said. was on an artifact Geoff exclaimed “He “Man,” “I’m dive, and, well, something went for sure glad not to be out in wrong with his scuba gear. I that.” He took a mouthful of never did find out what went vegetables, savoring the varied wrong. They kept him above tastes. Fresh vegetables were water just long enough to scarce on the shore.
have assumed that she was a servant, but not anymore. Some things had changed for the better. “My wife would kill me if I hadn’t offered you supper and a bed for the night.” Joe said. “Regardless of our pasts, she is very old school that way, from an old Pakistani Christian family, very much into hospitality.” The smells from the kitchen became inviting, Geoff gave silent thanks for hospitality as he realized his hunger. The shore folk were good hosts in there way, but food was becoming scarce out at the old coastline as the fishing fell off. “Wonder what ever happened to old Mr. Kochrander?” Joe mused. “He seemed to disappear after the water started to rise in earnest.” “I was there when the shore folk pulled his body out of the water a year, maybe two, ago.” Geoff said. “He was on an artifact dive, and, well, something went wrong with his scuba gear. I never did find out what went wrong. They kept him above water just long enough to perform the last service for his soul, and then they buried him at sea. I took the rest of his family back to the main on my way home.” Geoff continued. “I’ve had several trips with refugees from the shore who wanted back to the main; it’s a hard life out there and keeps getting harder.” “So they fished him out of the drink just to throw him back in.” Joe said. “Seems a waste of time, but I guess if you have religion, you want him to rest in peace, have closure and all that. And,” Joe continued. “I guess they don’t have cemeteries out there anymore. Not that the folks buried here got anything better nowadays. With all the honorable words said at their funerals, all the old soldiers buried here ended up with sea burial.” As Joe spoke, lightning lit the sky and rain hammered down onto the roof of the mansion. “Man,” Geoff exclaimed “I’m for sure glad not to be out in that.” He took a mouthful of vegetables, savoring the varied tastes. Fresh vegetables were scarce on the shore.
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