Gilded Bay the depths are calling

he was glad to see the man in better spirits, and gave him a nod in return. the word that floated his way was not known to him, but it was, really. all goodbyes were the same in spirit, if not in syllables.

phir milenge, govinda murmured after him, watching him go. then, shaking himself, he returned to walking the beach, wondering if he'd catch any more mad souls jumping into the waves.

mad--or brave? sometimes, he wasn't sure, himself.