Carlos looked out the window and smiled. “Oh, that’s amazing,” he said. The sight of the coast looked so refreshing. The blue water looked so vibrant and clean, and there was white foam where it touched the boulders and coast. The ocean stretched out far across flat horizon and Carlos thought he could see an occasional member of marine life breach the surface as little dots of white appeared on the water. “It looks incredible, Hancock. Somehow the water is just… it just looks different from Oregon.”
“Well, it is a different ocean.” He pointed out with a little smile, though he understood that hardly made a difference, ocean was ocean, it was the coastline that changed. “I like to think it’s all the green everywhere around us, makes the water look different, y’know? Less gloomy than some places but a hell of a lot less tropical than others too, heh. I’ll bring ya around to the Dingle Peninsula at some point too, maybe we can take a little boat tour to see Fungie the dolphin, hmm? It’ll be good for ya to go there with an Irish speaker anyway, English is a second language in that part’a the country unlike everywhere else.”
“The Dingle Peninsula?” Carlos asked curiously. That was
kind of a strange name, he thought. “That sounds great. And… I didn’t know you
spoke Irish.” As Carlos said that though he realized how stupid that probably
sounded. Of course Hancock could know
Irish – Carlos still knew Spanish and he lived nowhere near a Hispanic country
himself.
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