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 Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 4:40 pm
"Indeed. If we were in England, I think I would flee the country." He smiled as a large, clearly Greek barge drifted serenely past them. "But, luckily for us both, we have arrived."
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 4:49 pm
Terryn finally looked away from the table they had been staring at for the past four hours. "Oh..." She stood up, her mouth slightly open as she looked at the scene they pulled up to. There was a beautiful beach with brush scattered about. Up on a nearby cliff was an ancient area filled with temple ruins that overlooked the water. "Beautiful..."
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 4:56 pm
Marcus looked proudly at the harbor, as it had been his idea to come here. "Isn't it?" he asked fondly. He hadn't remembered in such breathtaking clarity, but here it was. It was a little overwhelming.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 6:45 pm
"Is that the Parthenon?" Terryn had read of it multiple times, but the paintings and sketches were always very rough. It was rather amazing to see it so close.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 8:39 pm
"The one and only. We should go sightseeing, shouldn't we?" mused Marcus. At long last, the boat pulled up to a dock, and a plank was thrown over by a few grunting sailors that looked very eager to have Terryn off the ship.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 8:48 pm
Terryn waved goodbye to the sailors and stepped off with a smile. "Well look at that. The ship is still afloat." She was never the superstitious type, but she was a little afraid of something happening, though she was afraid of it happening to her.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 8:52 pm
"We don't want to speak too soon," Marcus answered very seriously, though he cast a quick glance at Terryn to confirm that he was, in fact, joking. "Let's go. Get a good healthy whiff of fish."
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 8:57 pm
Terryn preferred not to, and covered her nose with her hand for a moment just to disobey Marcus. She was not going to be one of those loyal housewives, oh no.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 9:06 pm
"Open up, dear. It's good for you." Marcus inhaled deeply and made a face. "Really. It is. Lovely."
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 9:14 pm
"That is because you are a man. I prefer roses." If there was a single characteristic that defined Terryn as a woman, it was her preference for floral smells over...others.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 9:20 pm
"It's all fish here," Marcus informed her, spreading his arms wide. "No roses for an hour's travel in all directions. You'll have to cope, I'm afraid."
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 9:23 pm
Terryn shrugged, dropping her arm to her side. It wasn't too bad if she took very, very shallow breaths. "How long until it subsides, did you say?"
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 9:26 pm
Marcus shrugged. "Maybe fifteen minutes, actually. The salt goes on for quite a bit further, though. But I don't mind that. It smells...alive."
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 9:38 pm
"Salt is not as much of a problem." Terryn eventually smelled the fish rot leaving the air, and was able to breathe like a human. "How does the rest of Greece smell?"
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 9:47 pm
"Good," Marcus confirmed. "Like cooking. They love cooking. And the wine is good, and...everything here is wonderful." He spotted his driver and waved him over. "Everything."
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