"Your old friend has arrived."
A man who seemed rather rough and rude said to the two men eating from a bowl decked with cowries. The first man stopped eating and looked at the fellow standing before them.
The message giver was dressed in a type of skirt and had no clothes on. Both men had always wondered how that fellow had been able to survive the blows of cold and all.
The rage of the torrent in that part of the ocean was rather suicidal, though there was a fireplace few metres away from where they were seated in the house.
"What old friend?"
The first man asked. He was hoping that twouldnt be who he was thinking. He had thought that he would never meet the fellow again. How why the fuck would he ever think of coming into the sea again.
"That friend who lived with you amidst odds and pain. The fellow who shared a life with you on the shore of the sea before your transportation."