Scene 12

                                                                                                                  Yatch deck.

STERLING

                        Anneal is dressing. She is going to buy provisions for our trip. Don't need much,
                        just coffee, sugar, powdered milk, a few cans, and liquor. It's the bourbon we ran
                        out of. Strange that in the open ocean we drank more bourbon, like the water' s color
                        sometimes. You don't feel dizzy anymore. Maybe the turning of the waves cancels
                        the turning of your head and although the world seems ending with lightning and
                        the sharp sea clawing high, it all seems immediately at peace and quiet in a
                        silence like oil, and right. It is then that navigation must be like the ice in
                        your drink, never melting, to keep you on course, to keep the intoxication of
                        the sea palatable and death can leap unregarded wave to wave with the sizzling
                        phosphorus. To travel is in my bones!
                        The world is my bed. Some places I touch with my feet, some with my head, others
                        with my loins, the islands with my eyes, overwhelming eyes.
                        I have been sailing here five years. I want to go home now but I am afraid.
                        I know that when I leave I can not return. I can come back. But the wind changes.
                        The waves will touch me with a different wetness. The salt encrusted on my hands
                        will sparkle more distantly.
                        I will wake up in the islands from a dream of the islands and the tropical morning
                         will seem like paste.
                        I will look at the ocean with its tightening curls of wild waves and wish that I
                         were still in the dream where I could see them.
                        It is dangerous to leave places where you are happy.
                        But sometimes you are lonely and sometimes you are only young.

                                                                                                                   (Takes out a compass.)

                        I know where home is. There, about 7000 miles out there.
                        I can almost hear the roar of concrete and steel, the dancing and the power.
                        The self-consciousness is deafening.


                                                                       (ANNEAL sticks her head out   from below.
                                                                         She is ravishing.)

ANNEAL

                               Will you zip me? The boat's rocking me.
                                It's so hot below I feel like one of those birds that drop out of the sky. Can't you
                                fix the fan? It'll be  impossible sleeping.
                                And the fuel smells nauseous.

STERLING

                                                                            You look gorgeous.

ANNEAL

                                                                          Thank you, Sterling.


                                                                                                  (She disappears. He descends.
                                                                                                    Faint sound of short-wave radio, crackling, static.
                                                                                                    Snatches of pop music.And her Voice.)


                            No, stop. Sterling. It is s too hot and I'm almost dressed. No. Come on, stop.


                                                                                                      (She begins giggling, protests cease.
                                                                                                        The radio plays some latest punk hit.
                                                                                                        "I hate you, I don't want you, you
                                                                                                         bother me, go away, I hate you, I
                                                                                                         don't want you, you bother me, go
                                                                                                          away . . . ")





                                                                        Scene 13


                                                                                                   (RIKLON walks towards the rock frontstage
                                                                                                     Lying behind it on the sand is CIGARETTE.)

RIKLON
(Looking around.)

                                                                       Cigarette! Cigarette!

CIGARETTE
(Appears.)

                                                                       Heee!! Here.

                                                                                                (CIGARETTE' s clothes are newer then  RIKLON's.)

RIKLON

                                                                       Ah.

                                                                                                                    (They embrace.)


                                                                               CIGARETTE

                                                                               What do you want?

                                                                                                                (Humorously.)


                        You woke me up. The sand was so nice and the sound of the waves was almost putting
                         me to sleep.



                                                                                     RIKLON

                                                                                        Nothing.

CIGARETTE

                                                                            Ah.

RIKLON

                                                                 You are staying with your family?

CIGARETTE

                             Of course. My mother is so happy to see me back, she told my brother to kill a pig for a feast.
                             Come tonight, I invite you.

RIKLON

                                                                                 Thank you.



                                                                                            (In the background TIBRIK appears out of Reemer's Store                                                                                              carrying a bottle of liquor. He sits on the steps,   drinks.)