Pavel: Sorry… That’s all I’ve got today. Now, don’t bite anyone until I come back-- Deal?
The crowd of ghosts press up against the light and the water’s surface, mouths agape as they stare up at Pavel.
Pavel manages a thumbs up and a hesitant grin.
Pavel: That’s what I like to hear! Sort of.
In the water, the pale remains of the trout seem to disintegrate into pixels, as though blown away by the sea breeze. Pavel steers his paddle board back towards the shore, and waves at the ghosts, ignoring the fish’s unfortunate end.
Pavel: Have a nice day, everyone! And my regards to your king! Be there for him tonight, okay?
As the paddleboard drifts into shallow waters, approaching the beach, Pavel turns the radio back on, listening to the morning announcer.
Radio: And a very happy fracture day to every one of you fine folks! Time for our early morning news-- Here in our lovely little Salabay Archipelago we’ll have a sun-filled Friday to celebrate five millennia since our Lady Shoshana brought peace to the sea.
Pavel pulls the board onto the sand and then hoists it over his head. His bag bounces against his side as he turns inland, and runs.
Radio: We’ll be broadcasting all day from the festival on Grand Physalia, so be sure to tune in anytime, anywhere! It’s sure to be quite the event-- games, food carts, merchants, parades, a fireworks show… Oh! And if you’re wearing a costume, come by our booth and show it off for some fantastic prizes! To all of you above the horizon line, have a fun and safe holiday… and may this sea of candles shine brightly for another millennium.