Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

– Yes, today I need to sign up with the constable. He, or rather one of his men, should be at the arena right now.

– In that case, I should remember to… – stretching from the effects of the ale and shivering from the chill of the open door, he finishes his drink and prepares to head to the arena.

– What do you know about the West? Where does the sea end and something else begin? – The lady sits down next to the interrogated man. – It seems to me that you have experience in wandering. Or am I wrong?

Is the interrogated man me?
– The West…? – He looks at his new companion, feeling a pleasant chill. – I have not been beyond the borders of my western homeland. What could be beyond the sea? Only the sea, endless and boundless. Its waters are calm and invisible to storms, devoid of underwater rocks and living creatures, containing only the reflection of a starless void. Having lost all count of days, direction, and wind, you will wander endlessly, and your ship will become your eternal tomb.
After a moment of thought, he adds: – At least, that's what I was told as a child. In reality, I can't imagine what's there.