Trying something different.
Two massive engines rumbled to a stop. Propellers continued to turn ever so slowly.
The water bus had just arrived at Zwakchu island in the middle of the river. I got up from my seat and walked toward the front of the canopy covered boat where the driver awaited my payment.
“How much must I pay?” I asked.
“Old City to Zwakchu? I require five gallium drops.”
I took out my money dispenser from my bag, adjusted the setting, and put five drops into the cup by the bus operator’s chair.
“Thank you for your business.”
I stepped off of the water bus onto the hot, talon-piercing clay pavers...