Rather than travel to the distant fishing village wharf, they remained in the wilderness sketching. They would eat stale bread and leftover half rations of olives, rice, vegetables, dry fruit, nuts, and cheese. They would drink water and weak coffee.
They day packed and paddled toward a wind whipped fire and ice spaceship shaped stone island.
Upon a westerly gale they sailed through funneled narrows.
On lee of Island Canoe slipped to earth in a perfect fitting calm stone quay carved long before there was canoe thought.
Thomas, free of interferences, framed in a navigator's chair of void stone block split rough from a glacier smooth granite wing bridge; took readings for the return voyage upwind into the gale.