“The city lay sprinkled over a series of peaks, peninsulas, and islands, with the sea glittering serenely just beyond the shore. “Does it look that good close-up?” Elena asked, as Artur drove down the winding mountain path.“Distance is fine on the eyes,” Artur said, “but yes, parts of the city are quite beautiful. Odd, considering that it has always been used as nothing more than a glorified naval base.” He gestured toward the bay. “Do you see all the shipyards? The Russian Pacific fleet is stat...ioned in those waters. Very strategic. It has been only ten years since foreigners were allowed in this city.”Elena smiled. “You’ve got a secret crush on boats and submarines, don’t you?”Artur glanced at her, surprised. A smile crept onto his face. He looked almost boyish. “I like them, yes. When I was very young I think I wanted to be a pirate. With a parrot, yes? And the sword and pistol.”“Peg leg, too?”“No, no.” He shook his head, laughing quietly. “No, I wanted to climb the rigging.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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