On an early Sunday morning, while Kristen was deep asleep, Gaia, Julia and Mark took a fishtrain to the Island of Mist, above which Julia saw flying fish and a flying old man on a winged machine. It took them almost two hours to get to the Island and their excitement made this time last longer. The mechanical fish clanged in the air and bubbled in the water. Julia looked through the portholes at the canals from the air and the fish when they navigated underwater. She saw three Cheilopogons, the flying fish, dancing on the water surface along the train. Gaia was asleep on the wooden bench, Mark was silent as most of the other passengers. A tall man with worn out brown shoes was holding a bicycle in his hands. Julia had never seen one before, neither had Gaia, as bicycles were not used in most islands due to the impracticality of carrying them over the bridges. As Gaia woke up, when the fishtrain noisily bobbled out of the water, she saw the bicycle and spoke to the man in front of them.
You ride this wheel machine?
This bicycle? Yes I do.
How do you do it?
The men let an instant pass, then raised and climbed on the bicycle inside the fishtrain. He kept a foot on the metal floor of the fish and held himself steady by holding on to a handle next to the door. Gaia’s eyes widened.
You can go anywhere with that?
No, not anywhere, but I can carry it around and use it on the Island of Mist.
Are there many bicycles on the island, Mark asked.
Thirteen.
How can you be so precise on their number?
Because I make them.
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