North Atlantic Drift E-Book

alastair macleod

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014

Beschreibung

"We were like the jellyfish she mused. They surrounded the boat, all pink and filmy, like upturned translucent pudding bowls, each pulsing slowly. Incapable of strong directional swimming they were at the mercy of greater forces, of powerful sea currents that swept them out of the Caribbean and carried them here. Ilse too had been pulsing away in her own home town; then Erik had happened. Emotions had brought her here. But things were cooling between them. Perhaps his novelty was wearing off; she had read of that happening. Or maybe it was her. Was she changing? She had put on a little weight. It was very intense, being constantly together on the boat. It was also new, this closeness with only one human all of the time"

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alastair macleod

North Atlantic Drift

in late summer, off the Scottish and Norwegian coasts, clouds of jellyfish appear, carried by the warm current of the North Atlantic Drift, or Gulf Stream, as it swings north from the Caribbean. BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

North Atlantic Drift

     We were like the jellyfish she mused. They surrounded the boat, all pink and filmy, like upturned translucent pudding bowls, each pulsing slowly.

     Incapable of strong directional swimming they were at the mercy of greater forces, of powerful sea currents that swept them out of the Caribbean and carried them here.

     Ilse too had been pulsing away in her own home town; then Erik had happened.  Emotions had brought her here.

But things were cooling between them. Perhaps his novelty was wearing off; she had read of that happening. Or maybe it was her. Was she changing? She had put on a little weight.

     It was very intense, being constantly together on the boat.

It was also new, this being with only one human being all of the time.

At home in Sognefjord, in the neat wooden house, there was mother and father, her two sisters. Home. Her mother would be cooking breakfast, her sisters getting ready for school.

     Erik was asleep in the cabin below. He had been up all night taking samples from the benthic layer. This was his work, marine biology, “the ocean and all its creatures,”  he had explained to her.

It had seemed exciting then, living on a boat, the escape from the domesticity of home, your own space.