The FishTrain from Locust Island to the Atlantic Station was called Fjordomatic. The dark and creaky cars were wood-paneled, mirrors hovered above the sofas and incandescent bulbs dangled from the ceilings, providing unsteady light. Passengers drank wine and tea while listening to live jazz music. Gaia’s feet took her in front of the band, Kristen joined and sang along. Julia was looking out of the window at the tiny eyes and legs hiding in the rocky cliffs. Then it all became dark, as a Sperm Whale crossed the Fjordomatic path.
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