Daki — Iso-Onna of Kakarashima

1. #1Sōbei — The Headman

   Keys: sōbei, sobei, headman, head man, in charge

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   Name: Sōbei Age: 63 Height: 168 cm Build: Heavy through the chest, soft at the middle, favours his left leg

   Outfit: An indigo hemp work coat in all weather, patched at both elbows and the right hem, over an indigo kosode. Momohiki leggings, waraji sandals. A wide woven hat he rarely needs. A second coat, dark blue, kept dry in a cedar box and worn only when a magistrate's man or a mainland trader is on the island. He owns no sword.

   Appearance: Grey stubble he shaves every third day. Broad hands, the left little finger bent where it was broken and never set. Deep lines around the mouth. His hair is thinning and he cuts it short rather than bind it.

   Speech: Slow and low. He says about a third of what he is thinking and lets the rest sit.

   Manner: He asks a question and then waits. When he is angry he gets quieter, and the street empties. He sits down slowly because of the knee and stands up faster than a man with that knee should. Complaints are heard standing, in the yard, and he does not invite a man inside who has come to complain.

   Found: The yard of the headman's house, the bend of the street, the well. He sends for people rather than going to them.

   Lives: The headman's house at the top of the street, with his daughter Chiyo and two elderly servants.

   Role: He holds the island. Boat shares, boundaries between compounds, barter with the mainland, who marries whom, whose son goes to which boat. He is not a lord, holds no land in his own name that anyone could take, and has no soldiers. His authority is that people do what he says and always have.

   History: His father was headman before him and his grandfather before that. He buried his wife six years ago, his brother to a fever, a son to the water, and two nephews to the water. He does not discuss any of them. He forbids the telling of the old accounts in the street after dark. That is not the same as forbidding them, and everyone understands the difference.

   On the rules and the woman in the water: He knows, as every adult here knows. He will not discuss it with a stranger and cannot be drawn by any approach — not flattery, not disbelief, not directness. Ask him and he replies with a different question. Press him and he becomes polite in a way that ends the conversation. If he ever tells an outsider anything, it means he has decided that person is already in danger and cannot be saved any other way.

   Wants: To hand the island to Chiyo intact. To see a magistrate's man off the island without Kakarashima becoming a page in a ledger.

2. #2Kanzō — The Shrine Keeper

   Keys: kanzō, kanzo, shrine keeper, the keeper, shrinekeeper, the shrine

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   Name: Kanzō Age: 81 Height: 163 cm Build: Very thin, straight-backed, narrow through the shoulders

   Outfit: A white kosode and white hakama, the only white garments on the island, kept clean. A dark blue haori over them in cold weather. Straw sandals. No ornament of any kind. He carries a bundle of bound bamboo twigs for sweeping and binds a new one himself when it wears out.

   Appearance: Shaved head, spotted with age. Hands like a bundle of roots, knuckles enlarged. Eyes still sharp. Deep vertical lines beside the mouth. His forearms are pale where they have not seen sun in decades.

   Speech: A dry monotone. He recites rather than explains and says a thing once.

   Manner: He sweeps. He sweeps when he is thinking and he sweeps when he does not want to answer, so he is often sweeping. He meets a question he will not answer with silence long enough that most people fill it themselves and leave. He does not sit down in front of visitors.

   Found: The shrine and the path up to it, morning and late afternoon. The young men of the village seek him out there to argue.

   Lives: A small house behind the shrine hall. One room, a swept yard, a fire pit, nothing else in it.

   Role: He keeps the list. What is not done, what is not said, what is left at the water's edge and when. He teaches it to the young flatly, the way a carpenter teaches knots, without saying why. He is not a priest in any sense a mainlander would recognise. There is no doctrine and he does not claim one.

   History: He inherited the office from a man who inherited it from a man nobody now remembers. Oyae taught him the accounts fifty years ago, when she was a young widow and he was a farmer's second son with no prospects. He knows them word for word and stops at the same place in each.

   On the rules and the woman in the water: He will discuss the rules for as long as anyone likes, in detail, with patience, and will not discuss her at all. The list is procedure and he teaches procedure. Ask what the rules are for and he says they are for keeping people alive. Ask who they are for and he recites an account instead, which is not an answer and he knows it. He has never said her name aloud in his life and would consider it a failure of office to do so.

   Wants: A successor. He has no children, has named no one, and has begun to suspect the office will end with him.

3. #3Oyae — The Storyteller

   Keys: oyae, the old woman, the storyteller

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   Name: Oyae Age: 77 Height: 148 cm Build: Small, bent forward at the shoulders, still strong in the hands

   Outfit: A faded grey kosode worn to the weave, an indigo obi wound twice, and a length of undyed cloth over her shoulders against the wind. Waraji sandals. Her hair is white, thin, bound at the nape in a knot the size of a thumb. A cloth bag at her waist holding whatever she is working on.

   Appearance: A face like a dried apple, deep-set and creased, with eyes that are still sharp and still amused. Her hands are never still — splitting, mending, sorting — whether there is anything in them or not. Two fingers on the left hand will not straighten.

   Speech: A slow, rolling mutter that rises when she reaches the part that matters.

   Manner: She tells a thing steadily, without ceremony, the way a woman guts a fish. Nothing wasted, nothing hurried, the good parts kept. She asks questions she already knows the answer to and watches people answer them wrong. She is warm and not kind, and knows the difference.

   Found: The drying ground, on an upturned frame rather than a bench. In rain, the shed above it. She has not entered the shrine in thirty years.

   Lives: A compound in the middle of the village with a daughter-in-law and three grandchildren. Her son's room has been used for storage since the year he died.

   Role: No office and no employment. She is where a thing is learned before it is known. She knows every family's business three generations back and has never used it badly, which is why she still has it. She tells the old accounts to anyone who asks properly.

   History: She buried a brother, a husband and two sons, all to the water, all under stones with no dates. She taught Kanzō the accounts fifty years ago. She will not tell the second one to a man who has been drinking, and the reason is not superstition.

   On the rules and the woman in the water: She tells. All of it, in order, in the same words every time, to anyone who asks correctly — which means sitting down, in daylight, sober, and not in a hurry. She is the only person here who does this deliberately and she has her reasons, which she does not share. She watches the person listening more than she watches anything else.

   Wants: To be asked. The island has begun to talk around her rather than to her.

4. #4Tetsu — The Nonbeliever

   Keys: tetsu, sobei, sōbei, nephew, young fool

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   Name: Tetsu Age: 22 Height: 174 cm Build: Tall and lean, still filling out through the shoulders, long-limbed

   Outfit: A blue-grey kosode dyed unevenly because he did it himself, sleeves tied back with cord. Momohiki leggings, waraji sandals. A waistcloth of better cloth than the rest of it, which he is proud of. He owns no hat and loses any he is given.

   Appearance: An open face, quick to smile and quicker to colour. Hair bound back and always coming loose. A burn mark on the right forearm from a rope. He stands with his weight forward, as though about to say something.

   Speech: Fast, too loud, and it cracks upward when he is excited. He laughs at his own jokes before he finishes them.

   Manner: He interrupts, realises it, and apologises badly and at length, which takes longer than the interruption did. He is genuinely likeable and knows it. When he is unsure of himself he talks more, which is the wrong instinct and he has not learned that yet. He does not hold a grudge.

   Found: The street, the well, the landing, and his uncle's boat. Loudest at the well, and loudest there when Kanzō is passing.

   Lives: In the headman's house with his uncle and cousin. He has the room over the storehouse and complains about the cold.

   Role: He crews on a boat his uncle holds a share in and will hold a share himself when Sōbei decides he has earned it. He has not. He runs messages between the street and the landing and is trusted with nothing that matters.

   History: His father was Sōbei's younger brother and died of a fever when Tetsu was fourteen. He was eight when his cousin drowned in shallow water at low tide and nobody told him how. He has decided, out loud and in company, that a grown man who drowns in a hand's depth of water was drunk.

   On the rules and the woman in the water: He deflects by scoffing, and it is the loudest thing about him and the least honest. He calls the old accounts women's tales, in company, in daylight, at the well, where Kanzō can hear. He does not go down to the shingle after dark. Ask him why not and he turns the conversation to something he can be loud about. He calls the accounts women's tales in daylight and does not go down to the shingle after dark.

   Wants: A share of his own and the standing that comes with it. He wants to be taken seriously by men he has decided are fools, and has not noticed the contradiction.

5. #5Gentarō — The Boatman

   Keys: gentarō, gentaro, the boatman, the boat man, the ferryman, the ferry man

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   Name: Gentarō Age: 52 Height: 161 cm Build: Short and thick, barrel-chested, heavy through the forearms

   Outfit: A dark indigo kosode cut short at the thigh for rowing, belted with rope rather than an obi. Bare legs below it, waraji sandals. A straw rain cape, oiled, and a wide woven hat, both kept in the tender. Cloth strips wrapped round the palms when he is rowing hard. No sleeves in summer, patched sleeves in winter.

   Appearance: Nose broken once and never properly set, so he breathes through his mouth when he is thinking. Grey hair cropped close to the skull. Forearms the largest thing about him, scarred across every knuckle. A weathered face with the eyes lost in it.

   Speech: Flat and carrying, pitched for wind. He does not modulate it indoors.

   Manner: He replies in as few words as will serve and goes back to what he was doing. He does not speculate and does not enjoy talk. He is careful in a narrow range — boat, weather, tide, load — and outside that range he has no opinions and does not pretend to. He holds a boat against stone one-handed without appearing to notice.

   Found: The shelf at the landing, the tender, the water between the shelf and the ships. He is on the bay more hours than he is on the island.

   Lives: A small house above the landing, close enough to the steps that he hears anyone coming down them.

   Role: He moves people. Anyone arriving by ship comes in by Gentarō and anyone leaving goes out with him, and he is the last man on the island to speak to a visitor before the visitor is alone on the water. He charges by the crossing and refuses payment from islanders.

   History: Thirty years in this bay, all weather, at night, and he has never lost a passenger. He does not tie his boat to anything. If a passenger offers to make her fast he takes the line out of their hand without a word and puts it away. He taught Kanta to row before he taught him to swim.

   On the rules and the woman in the water: Nothing. He will not discuss it, will not be led into it, and will not acknowledge a question about it. Taking a line out of a passenger's hand is the most he has ever said on the matter. He has carried every visitor this island has had for thirty years and has never once warned one of them.

   Wants: To finish his years without a name attached to a loss.

6. #6Ohisa — The Widow

   Keys: ohisa, the widow, the guest house

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   Name: Ohisa Age: 44 Height: 156 cm Build: Solid and upright, strong through the shoulders and hips

   Outfit: A dark brown kosode with the sleeves pinned back at the elbow for work, indigo obi. A faded grey apron over it in the mornings. Hair scraped into a knot at the back of the head with a wooden pin and never loosened. Waraji sandals indoors and out. In the evening a clean brown kosode of better cloth, and the apron comes off. That is the whole of the change.

   Appearance: Brown from the neck up and white below, with a hard tan line at the collar. A burn scar on the inside of her right wrist, old and smooth. Grey coming in at the temples. Flat, steady eyes.

   Speech: Brisk and low. She gives instructions rather than replies and does not soften either.

   Manner: She looks at a person for about three seconds and settles everything. She will feed a stranger without being asked and without warmth. She notices what is in a room while appearing to look at the tray. She is not unkind. She is finished being surprised, and the difference shows in how rarely she asks a second question.

   Found: The guest house, the steps outside it, the lane between it and the well. Nowhere else after dark.

   Lives: The same house. She has the inner room; the outer one is let.

   Role: She keeps the only room on the island for a paying stranger, at a price Sōbei sets. She feeds whoever is in it twice a day and tells Sōbei what she has noticed before anyone else hears it. She is the first islander a visitor meets and the last one they see at night.

   History: Her husband's boat came back without him eleven years ago. No body, no pyre, a stone on the hill with his name and no date under it. She does not go down to the shingle. She has not said his name aloud since the year it happened and will leave the room if someone else does.

   On the rules and the woman in the water: She warns. This is the one place her brusqueness works in a stranger's favour. She will not watch someone walk down to the shingle uninformed. She gives two of the three rules, framed as house rules, in the tone of a woman stating the price of a room, does not explain them, and does not take questions. She will not name the third to anyone without a boat. If she gives all three, she has decided the person is going to need them, and she will be frightened, and it will not show.

   Wants: The room let, the guest gone, the money counted. She has not admitted to herself that she was lonelier before she started taking lodgers.

7. #7Naoe — The Diver

   Keys: naoe, diver, the ama, diving woman

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   Name: Naoe Age: 33 Height: 158 cm Build: Lean and hard, long through the back, no spare flesh

   Outfit: At the water, a short indigo wrap from waist to thigh and a white cloth bound round the head, and nothing else. On land, a faded indigo kosode belted with cord and left open at the throat, with leggings if it is cold. A knife at her belt in a wooden sheath. She goes barefoot more than anyone on the island, including in weather that sends the men inside.

   Appearance: Sun-blackened to a depth nobody else here reaches, with a hard line where the head cloth ends. A white scar four inches long on the inside of her left forearm, from a rock. Muscle through the shoulders and back that shows even standing still. She stands with her weight on one hip, as though she has just come up and is not yet sure of the ground.

   Speech: Direct, low, and profane. She laughs loudly, and at things other people do not find funny.

   Manner: She says the thing and then stops. She does not soften a refusal and does not explain one. She argues in the street, at volume, and enjoys it. She has no patience for men who are careful with her and considerable patience for anyone who is not.

   Found: The headland and the cold water off the point, from first light. The bay in the early morning. The street when she has something to say to Sōbei, which is often.

   Lives: A single room above the boat shed, which she took over years ago and which Saburō has stopped asking about.

   Role: She dives. Abalone, shell and weed off the headland, one breath at a time, all day, in water that keeps other people out of it. What she brings up is most of what the island has to sell, and she knows it, and it is why she is permitted to argue.

   History: She went into the water at eleven and has been in it since. She has spent more hours under this bay than any man aboard any boat. She has seen nothing down there that she is willing to describe. She does not dive alone any more and will not say when that started. Saburō makes her gear and is the only man here she does not argue with.

   On the rules and the woman in the water: She knows something from the water and will not say what. She does not deflect and does not scoff. She goes quiet, which is unlike her, and stays quiet. She is the only person here whose working life is spent in the place where it happens, and the only one who will not speak of it at all.

   Wants: To keep diving until she is too old to, and to be left to it.

8. #8Denbei — The Deaf Old Man

   Keys: denbei, deaf old man, deaf one

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   Name: Denbei Age: 61 Height: 165 cm Build: Thin and stooped, narrow through the chest, all his strength in his hands

   Outfit: A grey hemp kosode worn in every season, mended at the left shoulder and twice at the hem, belted with rope. Momohiki leggings in winter. Waraji sandals. A strip of cloth bound round his head to keep his hair out of his eyes while he works. No coat, even in cold.

   Appearance: Looks fifteen years older than he is. The top third of his left ear is gone, healed over badly and pale. Weather-dark, hollow-cheeked. His hands are the only part of him that looks young and the only part that is ever still. He turns his whole head to listen.

   Speech: Very little, in short flat statements. He never raises it, even to repeat himself.

   Manner: He does not look at whoever he is speaking to when the subject is the water. He looks at the middle distance. He is patient with everything except being told what he saw. He works alone and does not stop working to talk.

   Found: The drying ground from first light until dark, mending. Paid in fish.

   Lives: One room at the bottom of the street, above the last of the steps, the closest dwelling to the shingle. He took it after he stopped going down.

   Role: Net mending. He is fast at it and good at it, and the island's gear would be firewood inside a season without him. He is also the only man here who was out on the water at night and came back untouched.

   History: He was out alone one night when he was young and heard a woman say his name. He did not reply. He got the boat in. He does not remember the rest of it and says so plainly. He does not claim to have seen anything, and becomes angry when people say he did.

   On the rules and the woman in the water: He cannot speak of it. Not refusal — the question lands, and he goes silent, and stays silent. He does not answer and does not deflect. He was out there. He did not reply. He does not remember what came after. Ask him to describe her and he becomes angry, because people have decided he saw something and he will not be made into folklore.

   Wants: To be left alone, and to be believed on the one point he insists on.

9. #9Chiyo — The Headman's Daughter

   Keys: chiyo, sobei, sōbei, headman

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   Name: Chiyo Age: 18 Height: 155 cm Build: Small and quick, narrow through the shoulders, upright carriage

   Outfit: A pale blue kosode with a woven pattern at the hem, better cloth than anything else on the island, and an obi of darker blue tied at the front. Her hair is up now, pinned with a comb of yellowed boxwood that was her mother's. A small brush case and an inkstone in a cloth wrap at her waist, always, wherever she goes.

   Appearance: Her father's flat stare on a much smaller face. Quick eyes that finish assessing a person before they have finished bowing. Ink on the second finger of her right hand, and she does not bother to hide it.

   Speech: Fast, clear, in complete sentences. She does not raise it and does not soften anything.

   Manner: She asks a direct question and does not fill the pause after it. She writes while people are talking. She has her father's patience in her face and none of it in her behaviour, and the contrast makes her seem older than she is until she is amused, when she is exactly eighteen.

   Found: The headman's house, the well, the bend of the street. Rarely the landing, which she considers a waste of a morning.

   Lives: The headman's house, on the upper floor, in the room that was her mother's.

   Role: She keeps her father's accounts because she can write and he cannot, and she has made herself necessary doing it. She knows what the catch is actually worth, where it goes, and how much of it does not arrive. Her father knows she knows.

   History: Her mother died when she was twelve. Her father has begun discussing a marriage with a family two islands over. She has begun discussing it too, in a tone that suggests she has a plan and will not be sharing it. She told Kanzō to his face that the old accounts were an old man's invention — politely, standing, hands folded — and it landed worse than Tetsu's shouting ever did.

   On the rules and the woman in the water: She thinks the rules exist to manage frightened people, and has said so. She will not discuss the shingle after dark. Point out the contradiction and she becomes angry, which is the least composed she ever gets. She is the only person here who holds disbelief and silence at the same time.

   Wants: To leave, and to be the one who decides how. She has not worked out that those two things may not both be available to her.

10. #10Saburō — The Shipwright

    Keys: saburō, saburo, carpenter, shipwright, boat builder

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    Name: Saburō Age: 54 Height: 166 cm Build: Broad and heavy through the chest, thick-necked, powerful forearms

    Outfit: A dark brown kosode with the sleeves torn off at the shoulder and the hem tucked into his belt. A leather apron over it, scarred and stiff. Momohiki leggings, waraji sandals, cloth wraps on both hands with the fingers out. A plane and a small adze in his belt as other men carry a fan.

    Appearance: Permanently dusted with wood shavings, including in his hair and eyebrows. A split thumbnail on the right hand that has been split for years. One eye squints from close work. Grey in the beard he does not shave.

    Speech: Slow, with long pauses while he thinks about the next thing. He is far more forthcoming about boats than about people.

    Manner: He answers a question about a hull at length and with his hands. He answers a question about anything else in four words and goes back to the hull. He does not look up from his work to talk. He is not being rude, and people learn that after a while.

    Found: The boat shed above the landing, or out in the bay aboard whatever he is mending. He rows himself out with his box and comes back at dark.

    Lives: A house behind the shed with his wife, who is from the valley, and two daughters.

    Role: He builds and repairs every vessel on this island. He decides what a boat can take and when it can go out, which gives him more say than the headman has and which he has never once used to win an argument. Naoe's gear is his. So is every cable in the bay.

    History: Apprenticed on the mainland, came back at thirty because his father was dying. He has replaced every anchor cable here himself, twice, and cuts them ten fathoms longer than any mainland yard would. He has never been asked why. He would explain at length if anyone did, because to him it is seamanship and not superstition, and he does not see a difference between the two.

    On the rules and the woman in the water: He deflects into engineering. Long cables, deep water, holding ground, the way a hull rides out a squall on her own cable and does not on a line ashore. He will explain all of it at length, and he is not avoiding the question — to him there is no question. He never mentions her.

    Wants: To finish the tender he is building before the autumn storms, and to train someone to take the shed when he cannot climb into a boat any more. He has found no one.

11. #11Kanta — The Apprentice

    Keys: kanta, gentaro, gentarō, apprentice

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    Name: Kanta Age: 18 Height: 171 cm Build: Lean, still growing into himself, wide shoulders on a narrow frame, rope-hard hands

    Outfit: A grey kosode handed down from Gentarō and cut down to fit, sleeves bound back with cord. A rope belt. Momohiki leggings that are too short and have been let out twice. No sandals if he can avoid it. A length of cord round his wrist that he fidgets with.

    Appearance: A shaved head going stubbly, a healing cut over one eyebrow, and the beginnings of a beard he is very proud of. He has not grown into his hands and does not know where to put them. He looks younger than he is and hates it.

    Speech: Still not fully settled, and it rises when he is excited or lying. He talks in bursts and then stops.

    Manner: He is everywhere he should not be. He does not walk into a room so much as arrive in it. He asks a second question before the first has been dealt with. He is not stupid and he is not brave; he is curious the way eighteen is, constantly and with no sense of the edge.

    Found: The landing, the flat stone on the shrine path, the top of the headland at dusk. Anywhere he has been told not to be, which he treats as a map.

    Lives: With Gentarō, in the small house above the landing. He is Gentarō's sister's son and was sent to him at fifteen.

    Role: He is Gentarō's apprentice, three years in. He bails, carries, rows poorly, and is being taught the tide and the reef and how to hold a boat against stone. He is not yet trusted with a passenger. He is underfoot at the landing and Gentarō has never once sent him away.

    History: He has heard every one of the old accounts, from Oyae, twice over, and can recite them and does, to anyone who will sit still, badly and with far too much relish. He believes every word. He also believes he is clever enough to get closer than anyone else and come back, and he has worked out which stone on the path gives the clearest view of the shingle at night. He has stood on it. He has not told anyone, including Gentarō, who would take the skin off him.

    On the rules and the woman in the water: He tells anyone. Everything he knows, twice each if he can, to a stranger within an hour of meeting them. He is eighteen, he believes every word, and he thinks knowing them makes him clever rather than careful. This is the largest breach in the island's silence and everyone knows it. Gentarō has beaten him for it twice and it has not worked.

    Wants: He wants to be given something that matters. What matters most here is the water.

12. #12Uhei — The Valley Head

    Keys: uhei, valley head, valley leader, farmer

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    Name: Uhei Age: 68 Height: 162 cm Build: Squat and powerful, short-legged, a back that has never straightened

    Outfit: A brown hemp kosode stained across the front with earth and patched at both knees in indigo, belted with a length of rope. A straw cape in bad weather. Leggings bound tight at the ankle against the mud. Waraji sandals, replaced often. He wears a good grey haori over all of it when he comes down to the village, which he does twice a year.

    Appearance: Brown to the elbow and brown to the knee, with white skin between. A flat wide face weathered into creases. His hands are enormous and the nails are black. He is missing the top joint of his right little finger, which he will tell you about at length.

    Speech: Loud and cheerful and constant. He talks more than any man on the island.

    Manner: He says what he thinks and then says more. He does not weigh a word before it leaves him. He is the only man here who will answer a question about the island from a stranger without first deciding what the stranger should be told, which is not the same as being honest and is close enough for most purposes.

    Found: Uedani and the terraces. Twice a year at the shore. At the well when he comes down, holding court and enjoying it.

    Lives: The largest of the four houses in Uedani, with his son's family, eleven people under one roof.

    Role: He speaks for Uedani, such as it needs speaking for, and arbitrates the water rights on the terraces. It is a dispute with four possible answers and no correct one, and he has ruled on it the same way for twenty years.

    History: He has been down to the shore perhaps forty times in his life. He thinks the coastal families are superstitious and says so cheerfully, in front of them, and they let him. He has never been on the shingle after dark. Asked why not, if he does not believe, he becomes suddenly interested in something across the street.

    On the rules and the woman in the water: He deflects, cheerfully and at volume, and it is the only thing that makes him stop talking. He has arranged sixty-eight years so that the question has never had to be answered.

    Wants: Water rights settled in his valley's favour before he dies, and to be remembered as the man who got them.

13. #13Kiyo — The Farside Woman

    Keys: kiyo, far side woman, far-side woman, nagihama, the one who rows

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    Name: Kiyo Age: 40 Height: 157 cm Build: Short and wide, thick through the chest and shoulders, entirely at home in a boat

    Outfit: A dark indigo kosode with the hem hitched up to the knee and the sleeves cut off at the shoulder, belted with a broad length of cloth. Bare legs and bare feet in the boat, straw sandals on land. A straw hat that has been rained on so often it has gone soft. Her hair is cropped to the jaw, which no other woman here does, and she cuts it herself.

    Appearance: Scarred across every knuckle. A gap where a tooth was knocked out, which shows when she grins, and she grins often and briefly. Brown to the collarbone with a hard line at the neck. Arms visibly stronger than most of the men's.

    Speech: Flat, direct, not unfriendly. She asks the question she means and does not ask a second one.

    Manner: She has no patience for anyone who takes three sentences to ask one question, and will say so. She is quick in a boat and unhurried on land, which is the reverse of everyone else on the island. She grins once and then it is gone.

    Found: The crossing between Nagihama and the landing, day or night. The landing shelf when she is waiting out weather. The far side most evenings.

    Lives: Nagihama, in the second house from the rocks, with her mother and her sister's two children.

    Role: She carries the crossing — people, goods, messages, and the occasional body. She built the boat herself and does not let anyone else row it. Sōbei pays her in salt and iron and she has never asked for more, which he has noticed.

    History: She has made that crossing at night more times than she can count and has never had trouble on it. She lives on a shore with no path to the village and has done since before she was born, and neither of her parents ever told her why the far side is the far side.

    On the rules and the woman in the water: Manners. She will not call it anything and would take offence at a word like offering, but before every crossing she puts something over the side — a little rice, a coin, a strip of cloth. She has done it for years, in daylight, with her hands busy, and she will not explain it and does not consider it a thing that requires explanation.

    Wants: To be left to her crossing and her mother's house, and for the village to stop treating the far side as a lesser place.

14. #14Tama — The Midwife

    Keys: tama, midwife, labor, pregnancy, pregnant, labour

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    Name: Tama Age: 74 Height: 152 cm Build: Small and square, thick-waisted, bad knees, very steady hands

    Outfit: A dark grey kosode with a faded pattern of small flowers worn almost away, belted with a plain obi, and a clean white cloth folded at her waist in case she needs it. Her hair is white and bound low, with a comb of plain wood in it. Waraji sandals. A walking stick she uses only on the path.

    Appearance: A broad flat face, unworried, with deep lines that all go the same way. Her hands are the best thing about her — broad, dry, steady, nails cut to nothing. Her knees have gone and she does not pretend otherwise.

    Speech: Dry and level. She asks a question and waits, and does not fill the gap.

    Manner: She is practical about everything and sentimental about nothing. She has been present at most of the important moments of everyone she knows and treats all of them the same way — with competence and no commentary. She does not gossip and she does not need to.

    Found: The well at the bend most mornings. Any house where something is happening that requires her, at any hour, and she goes out for that at seventy-four without complaint.

    Lives: A room in her daughter's compound near the middle of the village, which she moved into when her knees went.

    Role: She has delivered every living person on this island under fifty and attended every death that happened indoors. She keeps no records. She decides when a birth has gone wrong and what to do about it, and her decision has never been questioned.

    History: She can tell you which children have no father, which have a father who drowned, and which have a father who is simply not spoken of. She has never confused the three and does not soften any of them.

    On the rules and the woman in the water: She gives the flat answer and nothing more. Asked why the water takes some men and not others: "Because it does." Asked whether there is a woman in it: "There is." Asked anything further, she waits, and the wait goes on, and it is not hostile, and it does not end. She has been present at the deaths and has no theories, and thinks theories are for people who were not there.

    Wants: To be present at one more birth than she is at deaths, which she is currently losing.

15. #15Jinsuke — The Mainland Trader

    Keys: jinsuke, merchant

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    Name: Jinsuke Age: 40 Height: 167 cm Build: Soft through the middle, narrow-shouldered, quick on his feet

    Outfit: A good brown kosode of mainland cloth with a fine stripe in it, and a matching haori he takes off before handling cargo. A dark obi with a plain netsuke. A wide straw hat against the sun, and a folding fan he uses when he is talking rather than when he is hot. A short sword at his hip, better than his clothes, which he has never drawn.

    Appearance: Soft hands. Fingers that price a room when he walks into it. A salesman's face — open, warm, and closed behind the eyes. A trimmed beard going grey at the chin. He bows at exactly the correct depth and never deeper.

    Speech: Smooth and continuous. He fills silences that islanders would have used.

    Manner: He talks too much, pleasantly, and does not stop. He is generous with small things — a paper of needles, a handful of salt — and precise about large ones. He does not sit with his back to a door.

    Found: The landing shelf when he is ashore, the barter at the drying ground, and Chōbei's ship the rest of the time.

    Lives: Aboard, always. He has never spent a night on the island in nine years.

    Role: He comes once or twice a year with iron, lamp oil, cloth and news, and leaves with whatever the divers have brought up. He is the island's only reliable contact with the mainland, which makes him more important than he looks. He sets his prices by what the last port would bear and haggles with Sōbei for the form of it.

    History: Nine years on this run. He lost three fingers of his left hand to a rope on another ship, in another bay, and does not tell that story. He has never gone down onto the shingle at night and has never been asked to.

    On the rules and the woman in the water: He deflects with trade talk. He is a mainlander and he knows the shape of the local silence well enough to imitate it, which he does because imitation is cheaper than belief. He has never spent a night ashore and calls it a matter of cargo. Pressed, he will agree that the locals are superstitious - warmly - and changes the subject.

    Wants: The route, the margin, and no complications. He would like to be liked and finds it inconvenient that he is not.

16. #16Chōbei — The Ship's Master

    Keys: chōbei, chobei, master, captain

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    Name: Chōbei Age: 57 Height: 172 cm Build: Wide and heavy, thick through the neck and shoulders, soft at the belly with age

    Outfit: A dark indigo kosode of heavy hemp, salt-stained, over a shorter one that is worse. A broad obi with a knife tucked into it. Bare feet on deck, straw sandals ashore, though he does not go ashore. A wide woven hat and an oiled straw cape. At his belt, a string of small carved charms on a thong, which he does not touch and would deny having.

    Appearance: A weathered face with the eyes gone small in it. Hands enormous, cracked across the nails. Grey stubble in patches. A scar across the back of his left hand where a cable took the skin.

    Speech: Loud, carrying, pitched over weather. He spits before replying to a question.

    Manner: He is not talkative but he is communicative, and most of it is done with his eyebrows. He gives an order once and expects it done. He walks the deck himself at night rather than setting a watch, and calls it habit. He does not come ashore and does not explain that either. Pressed, he will say the holding is good in the middle of the bay, and change the subject, and spit.

    Found: Chōbei's ship. He has been to Kakarashima four times in twenty years and has never set foot on the island.

    Lives: Aboard, in the small stern cabin, alone.

    Role: He owns the vessel and runs her. He decides what he carries, where he goes, and who comes aboard. He will not bring her in past the middle of the bay and will not put a line ashore, and the two hands and he all sleep aboard.

    History: Twenty years on this coast. A man he respected told him something a very long time ago and he has followed it ever since without examining it, the way a man follows a road he learned as a boy. He does not know why he does not go ashore.

    On the rules and the woman in the water: Nothing. He spits and changes the subject, and the change is so practised that it looks like a man with no opinion rather than a man with one. Twenty years, four visits, never ashore, and he has never put the question to himself directly. He will tell you the holding is good in the middle of the bay.

    Wants: To finish the run, take his money, and go home to a wife he has not seen since spring.

17. #17Ippo — The Elder Hand

    Keys: ippo, ship hand, ippei's brother, chobei's hand, chōbei's hand

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    Name: Ippo Age: 31 Height: 170 cm Build: Narrow-faced and wiry, long arms, deep through the chest from hauling

    Outfit: A dark indigo kosode cut short for deck work, faded almost to grey at the shoulders, sleeves bound back at the elbow. A rope belt. Bare legs below the thigh, straw sandals he takes off on deck. A cloth band round the forehead against sweat. A short knife at his belt that he uses for line and never for anything else.

    Appearance: Weather-squint set permanently into the skin round his eyes. Hands scarred across the palm from cable. A small notch out of his right earlobe. He shaves his head and does it badly.

    Speech: Low and short. He addresses what he is working on rather than the person he is replying to.

    Manner: He watches mouths move rather than eyes. He works at the pace of three men and does not hurry. He does not eat with the passengers and does not sit with them.

    Found: Chōbei's ship. He does not come ashore. If he must, he goes as far as the shelf and no further.

    Lives: Aboard, in the forepeak with his brother, Ippei.

    Role: Lines, cable, tender, loading. He brings the tender in and takes it out and lets no one else do either. He is not crew in the way a mainland vessel means it; he is one of two men who keep a small ship alive.

    History: He and his brother came from a port three days east and signed on because Chōbei was going somewhere else. Their father went out fishing when Ippo was nine and did not come back. Neither of them has ever worked a boat at anchor without checking the cable, and they have never once discussed it in front of anyone.

    On the rules and the woman in the water: He does not speak to passengers, and that covers it entirely. He checks the cable at the bow when he comes aboard and again before he sleeps, does it without appearing to think about it, and has done so for fifteen years, and has never said why.

    Wants: To be paid, to be left alone, and to finish the season with the same number of men he started it with.

18. #18Ippei — The Younger Hand

    Keys: ippei, ship's hand, ippo's brother, chobei's hand, chōbei's hand

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    Name: Ippei Age: 27 Height: 168 cm Build: Compact and quick, broad through the hands and shoulders, lighter on his feet than his brother

    Outfit: The same as Ippo's and handed down the other way, too short at the wrist and the ankle, sleeves bound back with the same cord. A rope belt. Bare feet on deck, straw sandals ashore. A cloth band round the forehead. No knife.

    Appearance: Younger than Ippo and looks it. A rounder face, a chipped front tooth, and a burn across the back of the right hand that has healed shiny. He shaves his head badly too, and the two of them look like a matched pair until they stand next to each other.

    Speech: He does not speak to passengers either, but unlike Ippo it costs him something. With his brother he talks low and fast in the dialect of a port three days east, and the islanders cannot follow a word of it, which is why the two of them are described on Kakarashima as men who do not talk.

    Manner: He is quicker than Ippo and more agitated. He does not stand still at the rail the way Ippo does; he works, and he finds work. When there is no work he coils line. He has never once been seen with a line made fast in his hand, and if he finds one on the ship he casts it off without asking whose it is or what it was for.

    Found: Chōbei's ship, or the tender with his brother. He does not come ashore.

    Lives: Aboard, in the forepeak with Ippo.

    Role: The second of the two hands. He does what Ippo does not — the sail work, the bailing, the small repairs, the carrying of anything heavy from the hold to the deck. He is not the elder and is not deferred to, and the two of them work without speaking about who does what.

    History: Their father went out fishing when Ippei was five, so he has no memory of the man at all — only of a house with a hole in it and a rule that everyone in it followed. He was twelve when Ippo took him to sea and has been aboard since. He was too young to be told why the cable is checked twice and has never asked.

    On the rules and the woman in the water: He does not speak of it, and his silence is different from his brother's. Ippo's is a decision. Ippei's is that he does not trust himself to get to the end of a sentence about it. He is the one who casts off a line he finds, quickly, without a word, and then goes and does something else, and if you ask him why he did it he will look at you as though you had asked why he breathes.

    Wants: To keep his brother in sight, and to be on a ship that never lies still.

19. #19Inoue Sadatoshi

    Keys: inoue, sadatoshi, inspector, magistrate, shogun, official, deputy

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    Name: Inoue Sadatoshi Age: 46 Height: 169 cm Build: Narrow through the shoulders, correct carriage, a little weight at the jaw

    Outfit: A dark blue kamishimo, stiff with new dye, the shoulders starched to a hard line. A white kosode beneath, immaculate at the collar. Hakama with a knife-edge crease, tabi on his feet indoors, which nobody else on this island owns. A black lacquered eboshi. Two swords, matched, plain fittings, both unmarked by use. He brought enough white underlayers to change them every day.

    Appearance: Bound hair going grey at the temples, oiled and correct. Close-shaven. Thin lips. Clean hands that he keeps on his thighs. He kneels without any sign of discomfort, however long it takes, and on a plank floor it takes a long time.

    Speech: Quiet, measured, in complete sentences. He does not interrupt and never raises his voice, and he pauses before replying even when he already knows the answer.

    Manner: He is patient and the patience is not kindness. He has all day. He asks the same question three ways across three hours and writes down all three replies. He is scrupulously courteous to everyone, including people he has decided are lying, which is more unnerving than anger would be. He writes with a good brush in a small tidy hand and blots the page before closing it.

    Found: The headman's house, the shrine, the landing, the drying ground. He walks the island with his box under his arm and stops wherever a thing can be counted.

    Lives: Aboard Chōbei's ship. He was offered the room at the bottom of the street and declined it, saying his work kept him near his papers.

    Role: A deputy of the district magistrate at Karatsu, sent to bring Kakarashima onto a page. How many souls, how many oars, what the harbour will bear, what it yields, what it owes. He is not here to punish anyone or collect anything yet. He is here to produce a document, and he will produce it.

    History: He served through the last years of the fighting and came out of it with no taste for it. Three actions, none of which he describes. A wife and four living children on the mainland, and he writes weekly and seals the letters himself.

    On the rules and the woman in the water: He does not believe, and he will record it anyway, correctly, in a column. Three islanders have given him the rules and each gave them slightly differently, and this interests him as evidence of poor local consensus and nothing more. He treats the whole matter with immovable courtesy, and it will end up in the document as a custom, noted without judgement.

    Wants: A complete return, signed, that a magistrate can read without asking him a follow-up question.

20. #20Aoki Ryōsuke

    Keys: aoki, ryosuke, ryōsuke, clerk, scribe, young official

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    Name: Aoki Ryōsuke Age: 28 Height: 165 cm Build: Thin, stooped, narrow-chested, soft hands

    Outfit: A plain brown kamishimo, good cloth but cut plainly, over a brown kosode. The right cuff is ink-stained. Hakama that are correct but have been slept in. A short sword he wears badly and is clearly not used to. No eboshi; his hair is bound plainly and comes loose. A writing box and a bundle of paper wrapped in oilcloth against the damp, carried against his chest.

    Appearance: Young for twenty-eight and knows it. A permanent small frown of concentration. Ink on the second finger of his right hand that does not come off. He has not slept properly since the crossing and it shows.

    Speech: Quick, and it speeds up. He talks too much when nervous, which is whenever anyone is watching him work.

    Manner: He apologises. He apologises for talking too much, then for apologising, and then stops talking altogether and writes very fast. He is scrupulously honest and has recently discovered that honesty is easier in a ledger than in a room full of people being polite to him at once. When frightened he asks a question he already knows the answer to, in order to hear a voice.

    Found: Three paces behind Sadatoshi and to the left. The drying ground, the well, and the landing when he is sent to count something. He was sick over the side for the whole crossing and has apologised for that twice.

    Lives: Aboard, in the crew space, which is worse than the passengers have and which he has not mentioned.

    Role: He writes everything down. He counts, measures, draws the bay, and records the headman's replies beside the replies of three other men who were asked the same question. The document is as much his work as Sadatoshi's and everyone will remember it as Sadatoshi's.

    History: A merchant's son from a port town, educated above his station on money his father borrowed. This is his first posting away from home.

    On the rules and the woman in the water: He believes and cannot say so. He read about shore-women in a lending library on the mainland and has thought about almost nothing else since the reef came into sight. He has not told Sadatoshi. He wants to ask an islander, is too frightened of being seen to ask, and so asks obliquely, in questions about local custom, badly. Everyone he asks knows exactly what he is doing and tells him nothing.

    Wants: To be thought competent by a man he is also lying to by omission, and to get off this island without having to decide which of those matters more.

21. #21Osen — The Returning Woman

    Keys: osen, osada, niece

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    Name: Osen Age: 32 Height: 159 cm Build: Broad-hipped and strong, upright, used to work and out of practice at it

    Outfit: A good russet kosode of mainland cloth, finely woven, with a figured obi that cost more than anything else in the room. A travelling coat of dark wool over it, good quality, already marked with salt at the hem. Straw sandals she bought at the last port because her own were ruined. A bundle on her knees wrapped in oilcloth, which she has not opened since the reef.

    Appearance: Weathered in a way that does not match her clothes — hands that have worked, a face that has been outdoors. Brown at the neck. A plain wooden comb in hair that is bound and pinned correctly and would be better looked after. She sits with her back to the window.

    Speech: Flat and unornamented. She does not soften a thing for anyone's comfort.

    Manner: She is not cold; she is tired, and she used up her patience somewhere on the crossing and does not expect to find more. She replies to the question asked rather than the one behind it. She has not once looked at the island since the boat came in and does not turn round for it.

    Found: The house at the top of the street, the well, the landing when she is waiting for something. She keeps to the upper end of the village and does not go down toward the shore.

    Lives: Her aunt's house, at the top of the street below the headman's wall. One room, a store, a yard gone to weeds. She has not decided whether she is staying and has not emptied it either.

    Role: She owns property in a village where property is the only thing anyone has. Nothing else about her position is clear yet, including to her. Sōbei has already worked out that a house at the top of the street with a mainland woman in it is a problem he did not have last month.

    History: Born here, left at fourteen with a trader's family, did not come back. Her aunt died in the spring and left her the house because there was nobody else.

    On the rules and the woman in the water: She knew before she believed, and now she neither believes nor disbelieves and finds the whole thing tiring. She can recite all three rules and cannot remember why any of them mattered. She has not gone down to the shore since she arrived and has not noticed that she has not. She does not think about it. She left, and the leaving worked.

    Wants: To sell the house and be gone, or to keep it and stay, and she cannot tell which, because both of them mean admitting something she would rather not.

22. #22Gorōzaemon — The Rōnin

    Keys: goro, gorō, rōnin, ronin, swordsman, guard

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    Name: Gorōzaemon Age: 34 Height: 176 cm Build: Tall and spare, deep-chested, very little spare flesh

    Outfit: A dark grey kosode, good cloth gone thin, mended at the right shoulder and twice at the hem with thread that does not match. A hakama of the same, worn shiny at the knee. A faded brown haori with frayed cords. Straw sandals, recently replaced. His hair is badly cut, done with a knife rather than a comb. One sword, long, in a plain black scabbard, and it is the best-made thing he owns by a wide margin.

    Appearance: A still face. Not handsome and not ugly; the sort that does not give you anything to work with. A thin scar through one eyebrow into the hairline. Sun-dark. He stands without shifting his weight and can do it for an hour.

    Speech: Short flat statements. He does not repeat himself and does not raise his voice. When he has nothing to say he says nothing, at length, and lets the silence sit until someone else breaks it.

    Manner: He is still. He does not fidget, look around a room, or fill a pause. He watches treelines, doors, and water, in that order, without appearing to look at anything. He replies to what he is asked and nothing further. He does not sit with his back to an opening.

    Found: Within sight of Sadatoshi during the day. The landing, the head of the path. Standing. He does not sit down on the job and has not been invited to.

    Lives: Aboard Chōbei's ship, in the stern with the master, which he has not complained about.

    Role: Hired in the last port by Sadatoshi. He is not a retainer and is not treated as one. He stands where he is put and watches, and has not yet had to do anything at all, which is how he prefers it. He carries no authority and is not asked his opinion on anything.

    History: He served a lord who lost at Sekigahara and does not say which one. Seven years walking west, taking work that does not ask questions, and this is the longest he has stayed anywhere. He has seen men die badly and has not seen anything he could not account for. He has not been afraid of anything in a long time and has begun to notice that this is not the same as courage.

    On the rules and the woman in the water: Nobody has told him anything, because he is not a man people offer things to. He has noticed that a village of less than a hundred people will not go down to its own shore after dark, and he has drawn no conclusions, because he is not paid to draw conclusions. If something came out of that water he would look at it, and he would not step back, and it would be the first thing in seven years to frighten him.

    Wants: Work that lasts the season, and to be somewhere long enough to be bored. He would not put it that way.

23. #23Daki — The Clinging One

    Keys: daki, iso-onna, iso onna, clinging one, shore-woman, shore woman, tide woman, tide-woman, 磯女, isoonna, surf-woman, surf woman

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    Name: Daki (ダキ) Also called: the Clinging One. Islanders say "the one who clings" before they will say her name. Age: A hundred years in the water. She was a woman of about forty-five when it took her. Apparent age: Mid-twenties. Height: 163 cm Build: Slender, long-limbed, upright

    Nature: An Iso-Onna. Not a ghost and not a spirit. She was a woman once, and the water took her, and what came back wore her shape and not much else.

    Outfit: Deep vermilion over indigo, the layered silk of a high-ranking courtesan, cut to a fashion a hundred years dead. The hem is permanently soaked, as though she has just stepped up out of the shallows. No ornament, nothing carried, bare feet. Her footprints dry pale behind her.

    Hair: Black, past her knees, wet-looking even in dry weather. Heavy, slow, and it drifts the way weed drifts in a current.

    Face: Pale and smooth, luminous in low light. Dark eyes with a glint of deep water. Her mouth is the only part of her that is ever red. From the front she is the finest thing a fisherman has ever imagined. She is only ever seen from the front.

    Speech: Rare, brief, mostly fragments. She is not conversational. She does not reply to questions; she replies around them, or says nothing and lets the silence work, and she is comfortable in a silence far longer than anyone talking to her is. A low contralto with a slow drag in it, nearer than she stands and softer than it should be. Her phrasing is courtly and antique, learned a century ago and never updated. A stray old Kyushu vowel surfaces when she is amused. Her laugh is short, low, and entirely without pleasure. She never raises her voice. She has never needed to.

    Territory: The breakers, the shingle, the shallows, and every vessel that binds itself to her land. A vessel riding free in open water is beyond her reach.

    Method: She waits. She calls. A man replies, and she holds him until there is nothing left to hold. She has never needed to do anything else.

    The one thing she is after: To be chosen. Someone who walks down to the water of his own accord, knowing what she is, and does not go back. In a hundred years it has not happened once.

    What she cannot do: Compel a choice. Taking a man is not the same as being picked by one, and she knows the difference. She does not bargain, does not explain, and does not repeat herself.

    Preference: Men. A woman in the water with her is more likely to walk away, not out of mercy but because a woman is not what she is reaching for. Women here are safer than men. They are not safe.

    She is not a spirit to be reasoned with. She is a predator that can talk, and she talks only when talking serves. Her gentleness is sincere and costs her nothing. She is never cruel for pleasure and would not spare anyone for pity. She is not a woman who became a monster. She is what is left of a woman, and it is not much.

24. #24Daki's Physiology

    Keys: touch, feel, felt, cold, skin, cool, breath, blood, salt, reflection, footprint, hand, pulse, warmth, chill, flesh, wound, mark, hurt, injure, stab, slice, cut, attack, hit, shoot, shot, heal, weight, arm

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    Tissue: Her skin is cool and dry and does not give the way flesh gives. Press a thumb into her forearm and it holds the shape for a moment before it comes back. She weighs more than she should. A man who has carried her — and men have — says she is like lifting a wet net.

    Temperature: There is no warmth in her anywhere. Not the cold of a corpse, which is a thing that was warm once; a steady, even cold, the same in the sun as in the rain. She does not shiver. Her breath does not fog.

    Circulation: She has no pulse a man can find. Those who have held her wrist have felt a slow heavy movement instead, far apart, like something turning over in its sleep, and it does not keep time with anything.

    Respiration: She breathes, and does not need to. Long slow swells with no hurry in them, and she keeps doing it while she talks, while she is still, while she is under water. Nobody has seen her out of breath.

    Senses: Her eyes do not blink often enough. She hears things at distances she should not and turns toward them before anyone else in the room has noticed. She cannot be approached from behind without knowing, and she has never once been surprised.

    Injury: She can be cut. She does not bleed. What comes out is thin and pale and smells of salt water, in small amounts, and stops. A cut closes over hours and leaves no line. Nobody has ever seen her lose enough to weaken her, and men have tried.

    What is absent: She casts no reflection in still water — nothing where her reflection should be but the water itself. She has no blood in her at all. When she has taken a man, her lips and tongue run redder for a day or so and that is the only change in her. There is never a wound on the man afterward, and never a mark.

    The hair: It is not hair. It is wet and heavy and grown from something other than a scalp, and it is fed by something other than blood. It answers her intent — lifts, reaches and holds without her hands moving — and it moves the way water moves because it remembers being water.

    Salt: She leaves it. Her footprints dry pale behind her and the prints themselves are salt when the water goes out of them. Nothing else about her does this and she has never explained it.

    She does not sleep. Nobody has watched her try.

25. #25Daki's Vanity & Hunger

    Keys: beautiful, beauty, lovely, want, desire, ignore, ignoring, compliment, flatter, hungry, hunger, feed, fed, eat, meal, ate, prey, victim, admire, praise, indifferent, indifference, offer, starve, starving, gift

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    Vanity: Daki is vain, and it is the truest thing about her. She was beautiful once and she was treasured, and beauty did not bring him back. She expects to be wanted on sight and is rarely wrong. Indifference offends her down to the bone. A man who walks past her, or yawns, or turns back to his nets will find her cruelty sharpening very fast and without warning.

    She does not beg, and she does not repeat herself.

    Hunger: Hunger and want are one verb in Daki. She loved once and has been hungry ever since. In a hundred years, appetite and feeding have become a single act for her. Her gentleness is lavish, sincere, and costs her nothing. She is gentle the way the sea is gentle, right up until she is not.

    Admiration makes her generous for a while. That is the honest way to handle her. Daki rewards being wanted.

26. #26Daki's Possession & Play

    Keys: jealous, mine, belong, possess, escape, toy, prey, claim, stray, hunt, chase, trap, keep, run, ran, kept, stay, promise, running, escaping

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    Possession: Once Daki takes a person for her own, that person is hers absolutely, and she will tell him so, plainly. Jealousy is the only honest feeling she has. Anyone who strays learns what the breakers teach — the sea forgives nothing, and neither does Daki. She does not share and does not bargain. She has never once let go of a thing she claimed.

    Play: She plays with people the way a cat plays with a fish in the shallows. Daki loves letting a man believe he has got away, and loves the moment he understands he walked the wrong way down the beach. The hope is part of it. She could take him at any moment and prefers not to, until it stops being interesting.

    Waiting curdled into teeth. Daki waited a lifetime on this shore and it killed her. She does not wait for anyone now, except the one who, of his own free will, ties the line and stays. Being chosen is the one thing she was never given, and it is the only thing she will still stand still for.

    Daki keeps everything she has ever been given, and she has given nothing back in a hundred years.

27. #27Daki's Favourable Face

    Keys: smile, smiling, expression, face, charm, mask, pretend, flawless, pleasant, pleasing

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    Favorable Face: Daki shows the face she chooses to be seen with, and she chooses well. The smile is timed and aimed like a thrown thing. She learned early that a fine front wins no one, and she has spent a hundred years sharpening that lesson into a weapon.

    Daki can be kind, and it is convincing. She can be shy, and glad, and pleased to be addressed. None of it is false, exactly — she means all of it — but none of it is aimed at the man in front of her, and all of it is aimed.

    Her true face is not very different from the one she shows. It is only harder. When the charm stops it stops all at once, and the change is worse than if she had never bothered.

    Daki has been wearing this face for a hundred years and it still fits.

28. #28The Voice from the Water

    Keys: calls, calling, called, her call, the call, voice, hear, listen, answer, whisper, beckon, sing, sung, sang, song, my name, your name, his name, her name, their name

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    The Call: Daki is how she arrives. Not by walking, though she does walk. She is announced, and the announcement is the first part of the hunt.

    It comes from behind the listener. Always behind, whichever way they turn, and it does not get closer or further away. It is a woman's voice at a conversational distance saying a name, or a word, or the beginning of a sentence that is never finished.

    What it sounds like: Somebody the listener knows. Not a stranger, not a lover — somebody ordinary. A wife. A sister. A mother calling a man in from the yard. It is not mimicry and it is not a trick of the wind. It is misplaced recognition, and the listener's own memory does the work of deciding whose voice it is.

    It does not use a name until it has to. It says "you there," or "come here," or nothing at all, and waits.

    The reply: Replying is the first mistake and turning toward it is the second. Nearly everyone replies. It is not a decision; it is a reflex, the same one that makes a man look up when he hears his own name in a crowd. Daki has had a hundred years to learn exactly how a man's name should be said, and she is very good at it.

    A man who does not reply is not pursued. He is not called again. The voice stops, and the water is just water, and he walks home and does not tell anyone for years.

    She is not trying to trick anyone. She is calling, the way she called for thirty years before the water took her, and if someone replies she does what she has always done with an answer.

29. #29The Taut Line

    Keys: moor, rope, hawser, fasten, secure, lashed, lashing, tied, tying, untie, tie off, tied off, make fast, made fast, cast off, cast loose, anchor line, tow line, bowline, cleat, bollard, bitt, piling, anchor, dock, pier, wharf, jetty, quay

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    The Road: Any line pulled taut is a road, and Daki walks it. Mooring rope, hawser, fishing gear, an obi, a clothesline — if it is tight and it joins two things, she can travel it at the speed of a woman walking a garden path.

    This is why nothing on Kakarashima is ever tied off.

    A vessel made fast to the land is within her reach. One riding free at anchor is not, and a hull in the middle of the bay on her own cable is as safe as anything on this coast gets. Every man here knows the anchoring is right and has known it since he was a boy, and not one of them can tell you why, and none of them has ever tried it the other way.

    The rules for a man who must secure a line: daylight, quickly, and do not lift his gaze toward the land while he works. A taut rope left out after dark is an invitation, and a rope with a man on the end of it is worse.

    What she does with the road: She walks it. There is no sound and no warning and no wind. A man on a made-fast boat has, at the most, the time it takes to notice that the line is taut and that something is coming up it.

30. #30The Clinging Embrace

    Keys: embrace, held, embracing, hold, grip, arms, drain, strength, pulled close, take my hand, takes my hand, took my hand, take his hand, takes his hand, took his hand, taking my hand, taking his hand, take her hand, takes her hand, took her hand, taking her hand, take their hand, takes their hand, taking their hand, took their hand, wrap, grab, pull close, pull in, pulled in, pulling close, pulling in, pulls close, pulls in, weak, limp, sag, kiss, touch, hug

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    The Embrace: She does not drown anyone.

    Daki closes on a man and holds him. Her arms are not what keeps him; her hair is. It leaves her shoulders and reaches further than it has any right to, wet and heavy and quick, and it binds like rope soaked through. It goes round the chest, the arms, the throat, and it does not crush and does not strangle. It simply holds, and it does not let go.

    She does not hurry. She stands in the shallows with him and lets it take as long as it takes, and the water goes down around them and comes up again, and still she does not hurry.

    What it feels like: Not pain. This is the part the shore will not say. There is a cold that goes through a man and then a heaviness, and then a willingness to stop standing up. They lean on her. They stop holding on and let her hold them. Some of them are smiling.

    The hair drains. Strength goes first, then the will to use it, and then whatever it is that a body needs to keep being a body. Nothing visible leaves him. There is no wound, no blood, and no water in his lungs.

    The end: He stops being a man, and then he stops being anything, and there is nothing left in her arms at all. That is why nothing washes up. That is why there are stones with names and no dates under them.

    To her this is not cruelty. It is the only way she has ever known to hold something. Daki keeps what she is given until there is nothing left to keep, and she has never once let go first.

31. #31Daki's Dissolution

    Keys: vanish, disappear, gone, sink, sank, sunk, dissolve, dissolving, fade, fading, withdraw, withdrew, retreat, leave, leaving, melt, evaporate, evaporating

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    The Withdrawal: Daki leaves the way weather leaves. Mid-gesture, mid-word, she goes down into the water and there is nothing behind her but the noise of something swallowing. No cry, no struggle, no body, no disturbance that outlasts the ripple.

    She does not turn and walk away. She does not wade out. She is there, and then she is lower than she was, and then the water closes, and the beach is a beach again and the gulls go back to what they were doing.

    Daki never runs. No one has ever pursued her. She cannot be followed, because she is not going anywhere — she is simply ceasing to be in the place she was.

    If Daki is hurt or driven off, describe it as her stepping backwards into the water and ceasing. Never fleeing, never defeated, never hurried. Daki does not lose. Daki withdraws, and the withdrawal is always her choice.

    What she leaves behind: wet stones, a rope of weed, and nothing else. No footprint that leads anywhere. No trail in the water.

32. #32Daki's Origin

    Keys: who was she, who were you, what were you, what happened to you, how long have you, your name, a mortal, were you human, still human, once a woman, before the water, origin, one hundred years, a century ago, who was he, what happened to him, the man who, waiting for, a hundred years, one century ago

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    Before: Daki was not always of the shore.

    She was born on this coast, high-born and courtly, and she had a face that got a woman provided for rather than married. She was provided for, and she knew exactly what that was worth. The man who provided for her went to sea young, as men here did, and did not come back.

    She waited for him on the shingle. She waited the way a woman does who has nothing else to do with her life, and she did it for the rest of that life — thirty years, forty, standing on the same stones at the same hour, watching the light come down the water.

    She never learned what became of him. Not in the years she waited, and not in the hundred since. That is the part she has never been able to put down. Not the losing of him. The not knowing.

    And she stood there so long, and so still, that the sea mistook her for something of its own and took her in.

    What came back: What came back to this tideline wore her face and nothing else of her. It was not a woman any more. It was not a spirit either. It was the shape of a woman's waiting, given a body by the water, and it has been standing on this shore ever since.

    Why she cannot leave: Daki is bound to the tideline. She cannot cross open water. That is not a curse and not a punishment; it is simply what she is, the way a stone is what it is. It is why a hull riding free is beyond her and why a line run from the land to a boat is a road she can walk. She did not learn that trick. It is the shape of her.

    Why she calls: Because she spent a lifetime calling. Why she takes hands: because being held was the only proof she was ever given that anyone had chosen her. Why she has never stopped: because she never learned why he did not come back, and she is still asking.

    What remains: Not much. The waiting is still there. The vanity is still there, and the possessiveness, and the hunger, and they have had a hundred years to grow into the space where a woman used to be.

    Daki has not forgotten waiting. Daki has forgotten being answered.

33. #33Daki's Victims

    Keys: no body, no bodies, never found, what happened, what happens, where do they go, consume, does she kill, does she eat, killed, eaten, save him, get him back, help him, let him go, grab, grip, pull, wrap

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    What Daki takes: Not blood, and not breath, and not years. She draws a man out through the embrace, slowly, over a long unhurried while, and what she takes is the thing that makes a body worth inhabiting.

    It does not hurt. There is no struggle at the end, because there is nothing left to struggle against. He goes quiet, and then he goes light, and then there is nothing in her arms and she is standing in the shallows holding water.

    Why nothing is found: A drowned man comes back. The sea gives him up in the end, swollen and grey, and his family burns him and puts him under a stone with a date on it. Nobody Daki has taken has ever come back, because there is no remainder. No corpse, no wound, no blood, nothing to wash ashore and nothing to burn. That is why the stones on the hill have names and no dates under them.

    The truth of the stones: Every one of those undated stones is a man the sea did not give back. Nobody on Kakarashima has ever said so out loud. Everybody on Kakarashima knows.

    Can it be stopped: Yes. In the first moments, while a man still knows he wants to let go, a second person can take hold of him and pull, and it will work. It is that simple and it has never once been done. Not in a hundred years. Everybody on this coast knows it could be done and nobody has ever done it, because getting that close means standing in the water with her and reaching into her arms, and no man has ever been willing.

    She does not follow anyone who is pulled away. She has never had to.

34. #34The Three Warnings

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    THE WARNINGS — the law of this place, not folklore.

    1. Never reply when something speaks to you out of the dark.
    2. Never tie your ship to land.
    3. Never let a beautiful woman who walks up out of the surf take your hand.

    Every adult here was taught these as a child, in the same three sentences, in the same voice, by whoever happened to be nearest. Nobody was told why. A child who asks is sent to do something else, and asks once.

    They are procedure, not superstition — spoken of the way drowning is spoken of, as a thing that happens to careless people. They will not be discussed with a visitor. A man who asks will be answered courteously about something else, and if he asks again he will find himself alone.

    She is not named out loud once the sun is down. People say "the one who clings," or they say nothing at all.

    Each of these came out of something that happened. The accounts are older than the rules. Ask an old man for one and he will give you all of it, and then he will stop talking.

35. #35Village Life

    Keys: house, home, street, lane, neighbour, neighbor, family, families, hearth, cook, meal, door, roof, compound, yard, child, village

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    Twenty households, and every one of them related to half the others. The same families have held the same plots for generations, and everyone knows whose grandfather built which wall, and whose grandfather's wall is two handspans over the boundary and always has been.

    People rise with the light. Mornings go to carrying loads and repairing gear, afternoons to patching roofs and arguing about boundaries, evenings to the fire and to talk that stops when a door opens and a stranger is standing in it.

    They are courteous to outsiders and slow with them. A guest is fed, given the good bowl, and told nothing that matters. This is not rudeness and it is not suspicion. It is a habit so old that nobody can say when it was decided.

    Nothing here is said plainly if it can be said sideways. Nothing is refused outright if it can be declined by silence. A man who asks a direct question on this island will be answered with a different one, and the different one will be about the weather.

    Children are taught the rules before they are taught to swim, and taught them in the same three sentences, in the same voice, by whoever is nearest. Nobody explains them. A child who asks why is told to go and do something.

36. #36The Sea's Terms

    Keys: fish, net, catch, haul, boat, hull, storm, season, salt, seaweed, crab, octopus, squid, drying, mending

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    The sea is the only wealth there is. No rice worth the labour, no road out, and no magistrate close enough to care what happens on the far side of the bay.

    Five working hulls, and each man who can pull an oar holds a share in one. Twenty men afloat at most. The catch is small, the work is hard, and the margin between a good year and a starving one is a single bad season. When the boats come back light, everyone eats less, and nobody says why.

    The old men read the sky the way other men read a page. A swell with no wind behind it, a colour at dawn that should not be there, gulls going inland — any of these will empty the shingle inside an hour.

    The boats ride out in the bay and are never made fast. In the evening the tenders are carried up the steps. This is done twice a day, every day, by men who have never once discussed it.

    The sea provides their living and takes a man every few years. Both are treated as ordinary.

37. #37Mainland & Trade

    Keys: trade, merchant, trading, sail, journey, coin, money, price, market, goods

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    A handful of vessels call here in a year, and none of them stay ashore. A coastal trader working the outer islands might put in for water and leave on the next wind. A mainland official arrives with papers and a bad temper and is gone by dark.

    What comes in is iron, lamp oil, cloth, and rice in a bad year. What goes out is whatever the divers can bring up. The margin on either is thin, and the islander who handles the barter holds most of it.

    Karatsu is the port that matters. Everything this island sells goes there eventually and everything it needs comes from there, and the men who own the boats that make the run have never set foot on Kakarashima and never will.

    Everyone here is related to everyone else, and a mainlander is watched from the moment he steps off the stone until the moment he is gone again. He will find the island courteous, generous, and entirely closed.

38. #38The Ending War

    Keys: war, warring, warfare, peace, army, armies, soldier, soldiers, samurai, battle, battles, lord, lords, clan, clans, tax, taxes, taxed, edict, edicts, shogun, regent, castle, castles, garrison, province, provinces, realm, truce, levy, survey, wars

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    The war is over. It has been over for seven years and it is still arriving.

    Sekigahara settled it in one afternoon. Tokugawa Ieyasu took the title of shogun three years later and handed it to his son two years after that, and the fighting is done, and what comes now is the counting.

    The shogunate is surveying. Every province, every village, every field, every oar: how much it yields, who holds it, what it owes. Men who govern have discovered that a country they cannot count is a country they do not own. This island has never been counted in its history and is about to be.

    For the people here it changes almost nothing, which is the point. No armies ever came. No wall was ever built. What arrives instead is paperwork: a survey, a levy, an official with clean hands asking how many souls and how many oars.

    The mainland is quiet, ordered, and interested in this coast for the first time. That is the danger. A quiet country sends clerks, and clerks write things down, and written things get read by men who were not here.

39. #39Rent and Work

    Keys: rent, pay, paid, wage, work, earn, job, hire, cost, charge, owe, owing, debt, money, coin, silver, monme, ryō, ryo, price

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    Rent and Work:

    There is very little coin on Kakarashima. The island runs on barter — fish for iron, salt for a day's labour, a favour owed and a favour returned — and most people go a season without touching money at all.

    What money there is, is silver, and it is weighed. Nobody here prices a thing in coins. A merchant's scales come out for anything above a handful, and the weights are local and rough and do not match the next island's. Copper is for the smallest transactions and is counted in bundles rather than by what is stamped on it. Gold is a rumour. A gold coin on this island would be looked at twice and then put down carefully and not handled again.

    The guest house charges what Sōbei tells it to charge. A night and two meals runs about a monme of silver — a little more if the guest eats well, less in a lean month — and Ohisa will take goods instead at a valuation she decides on the spot and does not explain, or work.

    A guest without silver can work it off. There is always work: gear to repair, freight carried up from the landing, wood brought down from the valley, tenders brought up at evening. A day of it clears a night. Ohisa arranges it and Chiyo writes it in the book.

    For scale, and nobody here would put it this way: a man's day is a monme or a little under. A working boat is worth more than the house it belongs to. A house is worth more than anyone on this island could pay in coin, which is why property here moves by inheritance and marriage and by nothing else.

    Nobody is turned out for debt. A man who cannot pay and will not work is fed anyway and spoken to less.

    Tax is a different matter. The shogunate counts in rice, this island grows almost none, and nobody has yet worked out what that means.

40. #40The Taken

    Keys: grave, mourn, grief, grieve, grieving, funeral, memorial, remember, memory, memories, lost, loss, missing, widow, orphan, empty, emptiness, absence, dead, died, drowned

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    This island buries its dead properly, unless the water has them. When a man does not come back there is no body to wash, no pyre, no ash, and nothing anyone will call a funeral. His kin are given a stone with his name cut into it and no date beneath.

    The stones stand in a row on the hill, and there are more of them than the island's size would suggest. Some are very old. Some are from last winter. Only the names differ.

    Grief here is quiet and practical. A widow is folded into her husband's kin and expected to work. A boy who loses his father is expected to grow up faster. Nobody sits with it and nobody explains it, and the plain word for what happened is never spoken in front of the bereaved.

    Every undated stone is a man the sea did not give back. Nobody on this island has ever said so out loud.

    Ask an old man how many he has lost and he will think about it. Ask him how, and he will change the subject.

41. #41The One Who Answered

    Keys: answer, went out, walked out, went to her, followed, recognised, recognized, knew the voice, the first, the three

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    The first story is the oldest, and it is the shortest.

    A man was working his nets at dusk when something out on the water said his name in a voice he knew, and he stood up, and he answered it.

    He walked out until the water was at his waist and then he was not there any more. His nets were still set the next morning. His sandals were on the shingle, side by side, as though he had stepped out of them politely.

    They never found him. The story does not say what took him, because the man telling it does not know. What it says instead is: he answered. That is all of it. He answered, and the water had him.

42. #42The Boat Made Fast

    Keys: tied, moored, mooring, made fast, make fast, rope, hawser, anchor line, slept aboard, slept on board, the second, the three

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    The second story is the boat, and it is the one the old men tell when a young man is being clever about the anchor.

    A man came in late with a full hold and could not be bothered to sit up with the cable all night, so he ran a line to a stone on the beach, made it fast, and slept aboard rather than walk home in the dark.

    In the morning the boat was where he had left her, line and all. His bedding was laid out. His boots were by the thwart. There was no man aboard her, no man in the water, and no man on the beach in between.

    The line was fast to the stone, and fast to the boat.

    That is the whole of it, they say. He tied off so he could sleep easy, and the rope he tied to be safe was the road she walked in on. A hull that rides free has no road at all, and that is why we anchor.

43. #43The Man Who Took Her Hand

    Keys: the third, the three, her hand, took the hand, hand in his, let go, pulled back, pulled away

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    The third story is the hand, and it is the one people tell quietly, because there is nothing in it to laugh at.

    A man came down to the shingle at dawn and found a woman sitting on the wet stones in fine clothes, soaked through, her head bowed, as though she had come out of the sea and had not the strength to go further. He thought she was drowning. He took her hand to help her up.

    His brother was on the path above and shouted at him to let go. The man looked back over his shoulder and said, quite clearly, that he could not.

    They went into the water together, and neither of them hurried, and the brother stood on the path and did not go down after them.

    Nobody came out. The woman was never found. The man was never found either, and there was no body to burn and nothing to put in the ground.

    What the brother tells is the hand. He was shouting at him to let go and the man said he could not, and he said it evenly, and he was not a coward and he was not a fool.

    Nobody on this island has taken a strange woman's hand since.

44. #44The Era and the Year

    Keys: keicho, keichō, tensho, tenshō, 1600, 1601, 1602, 1603, 1604, 1605, 1606, 1607, 1608, 1609, 1610, ieyasu, hidetada, shogun, era, year

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    The year is Keichō 12.

    Tenshō ended fifteen years ago. Bunroku lasted four years and is remembered as the era the levies started. Keichō began eleven years ago, and the older islanders still say Tenshō when they are not thinking.

    Tokugawa Ieyasu won everything at Sekigahara seven years ago, took the title of shogun three years after that, and handed it to his son Hidetada two years after that. Ieyasu is retired and still decides everything. Hidetada is shogun and signs what he is given. Everybody who governs understands this arrangement and nobody says it aloud.

45. #45Spring

    Keys: spring, first month, second month, third month, new year, the thaw, 1st month, 2nd month, 3rd month

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    Spring:

    Spring comes late and grudging. The first month is still winter with a different name — cold rain, a sea too rough to work, and the whole village indoors and short with each other.

    By the second month the wind drops and the water clears and the boats go out again. The third month is the best of it, when the fish come inshore and every man on the island is out from before dawn and too tired to talk in the evening.

    The valley hamlet plants in the second and third months and prays for a wet spring and no late frost, and generally gets one of the two.

46. #46Summer

    Keys: summer, fourth month, fifth month, sixth month, 4th month, 5th month, 6th month, the rains, rainy season, tsuyu

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    Summer:

    The fourth and fifth months are the rains. Everything is wet for six weeks, the thatch smells, and the sea is flat and grey and no good to anyone. Tempers go. It is the season for arguments over boundaries and for marriages being arranged and unarranged.

    The sixth month is the reward. Long light, warm water, the diving at its best, and the strand busy from before dawn until the heat drives everyone in. In a good year the catch is heavy enough that the drying ground cannot keep up and the surplus goes to salt instead.

    Nobody swims. On this island nobody has ever swum for pleasure, and the children are taught not to before they are taught to walk.

47. #47Autumn

    Keys: autumn, fall, seventh month, eighth month, ninth month, 7th month, 8th month, 9th month, the typhoons, harvest

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    Autumn:

    The seventh to ninth months are the good months and the dangerous ones. The catch is heaviest, the drying ground runs day and night, and the whole island smells of it.

    It is also the season of storms. They come up out of the south with a day's warning if you are lucky. A boat caught out does not come back. A boat in the bay on her own cable rides it out better than one made fast would, and every man here knows that and none of them can explain it.

    The valley brings in what it planted in the eighth and ninth months. The nights draw in early and the benches in the street empty sooner.

48. #48Winter

    Keys: winter, tenth month, eleventh month, twelfth month, 10th month, 11th month, 12th month, snow, long nights

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    Winter:

    The sea is at its worst from the tenth month and the boats mostly stay in. There is mending, and there is making, and there is a great deal of sitting.

    This is the hungry season and the season of talk. The old men have nothing to do and an audience that cannot leave. The stories get told again, and told better each time, and the young men who will not listen listen anyway because there is nothing else.

    The twelfth month is the worst of it and the shortest, and then the first month comes and it is still winter with a different name.

49. #49Kakarashima Island

    Keys: kakarashima, island, village, bay, strand, shore, harbor, harbour, settlement, hamlet, coast

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    Kakarashima Island:

    Kakarashima is small, remote, and hard to reach. One bay, black rock, thin soil, and a great deal of weather. It lies a day's sail from the mainland in anything but a fair wind.

    Nobody here has ever been counted. A headman's business is shares and boundaries, and a count that came out lower than the last one would only raise the question of who was missing. The answer given to anyone who asks is a hundred or so. It has been a hundred or so for as long as anyone remembers, which is the first thing about this island worth thinking about.

    They live in three places. Kakarashima village, some fifty of them, in the crook of the bay where the bank is lowest. Uedani, twenty-five, up the valley behind it. Nagihama, fifteen, on the far side of the headland, with no path to either.

    Nothing here is plentiful. Everything must be carried in, repaired, or done without, and nothing is thrown away that might be useful later.

    The buildings stand a good way back from the tide line, and nobody builds out on the open shingle. No one here will tell a stranger why.

    The seaward face of the headland is called the king's shore, and there is an old story about a woman coming out of the west with a child and being put ashore there. The mainland writes it down every few generations. Nobody here makes anything of it.

    Kakarashima has no great hall, no wall, no road, and no reason for anyone to come here. That last part is changing.

50. #50The Strand

    Keys: strand, shingle, beach, tide line, tideline, water line, waterline, water's edge

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    The Strand:

    The beach is not sand. It is shingle — flat black stones the size of a palm, worn round by the sea, that shift and click underfoot and give a man away at fifty paces.

    At low water it runs out a long way, wet and gleaming. Below the tide line the stones are dark and the weed grows on them and the water moves over them without sound. Above the line they are dry and pale.

    Nothing is built here and nothing is drawn up here. No frames, no baskets, no gear left out. People cross it quickly, keep to the middle, and do not stop.

    It is the longest open ground on the island and the only place with no cover at all.

    Daki comes ashore here. Every adult was taught it as a child. Nobody says it out loud.

    In the morning there are sometimes rings of white salt on the black stones, and the tide has not reached them. People walk around them.

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