Tidelands: II-One (19)

Limp Fish.

“It’s quite peerless, isn’t it?”

Percy turns to the owner of the voice.

“The view,” the voice continues. The Director is modestly, even humbly dressed, given his status and authority: plain brown shoes, khaki trousers, moss-green cardigan, simple white grandfather shirt buttoned to the neck. A thin, clean shaven face, dark hair, receding from a widow’s peak and greying at the temples. Almost a bookish air about him; professorial.

“Oh, yes,” Percy says. “It’s … it’s amazing.”