Pole goes in the water. Pole jabs the bottom. Push the pole away and pull it out at the same time. Go forward. Turning is harder, but goes the same way. That’s what Pop always told me before he died on a ferrying run gone bad. He was gone now, so the ferry was mine.
It was a shitty raft, moved by a long pole. It took a lot of raw strength and quick thinking. Pop had been saving up for a real boat, but he lost his money when he went underwater. All I had was what the Spirits let return: his raft, his pole, and his teachings. Read the rest of this entry »