[Poggio]

There was nothing much he could say as the boat made its slow movements against the waves. Since Zosa was navigating he draped himself over the edge of the boat and watched the water part with the bulk of the ship. Underneath the blue water he found specks of fish that dodged out of the way. As much as he wanted Zosa's happiness he wanted to be away from Greece. Things simply didn't make sense to him and he could not say it was the fault of being around strangers, after all the boy was comfortable around the strange people in Russia, and on the moon even the strangers on the Playe. But these Greek people seemed a different breed. When the boat finally settled. He did not wait for Zosa to return. Free from the Greeks he was starting to detest, the professor rolled off the edge of the boat and into the water.