Comparative Private Eyeology (Greece.)

Portland, Edinburgh -- where are you now? The parents texted. The screen blinked against the dark blue, stood out sore against the sound of the waves.

The Mediterranean, I replied. On my way to an island. Why? Are you ultimately trying to take down international financial corruption, or what? There’s a need for justice everywhere, I wrote back. 

Poseidon surfaced, revealing no more than the bridge of his nose, and then gently disappeared beneath the water. The ferry continued to Mykonos. Jellyfish rose clear out of the waves, and -- with their tendrils -- switched each other on like deadly chandeliers, like street lights silently snapping on to guide you and whatever vehicle you happened to call yours gently down the road.