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[color=f5ad5f]"Where does it start?"[/color] Aya responded with a grind, [color=f5ad5f]"right here."[/color] She pointed to an old newspaper article tacked onto the board. This was an image of Captain Belo and his shack, but before the fame and legends. No, this wasn't a recommendation of the local paper's best spot to get fish, nor was it one of his exploits in a fishing competition. It was simply Captain Belo, in the background on a filler piece about the market place. He wasn't interviewed, nor did the photographer pay attention to him. He was simply in the background with the exact same countenance that the fisherman possessed to this day.

[color=f5ad5f]"The only earlier image of a man in this city who looked like the Captain was a very naked model sitting on a bed. Not the same person. A lookalike."[/color]

This conversation carried on until dinner. Belo was a very interesting man, after all.

With the poorly tuned radio giving the news, Aya couldn't help but feel stung by the announcements. More hot weather was expected, but something she didn't like. She liked hot days by themselves, of course. Sometimes, they were just perfect to laze around in them. But she had school and a job. She had to [i]do things[/i] in the heat. That's what she disliked. Well, that was being an adult. Someone pretending to be an adult, at least.

The fish was good. She liked fish, and it was cooked pretty well. It was a good fish, too. After stuffing herself on what she could eat, she gave thanks to those involved with the fish. Fumiko looked burned. Probably about today. Not her problem. Aya couldn't really help, but even if she was overly accusatory, shit happens. Can't take back the past, so dwelling over dumb little mistakes didn't do much.

Aya left the table and took another seat in her room by herself, aimlessly lying in front of a small fan. Might as well go over her camera's film. She pretty much used up the entire roll of film at this point. She grabbed the negatives from the camera and held them in front of the light, looking at what photos she took.