Just now it bore a crepuscular sheen- the same seen by planter and pirate alike, in days of old. It was close, yet far, the sea, and you could not see the individual waves. Saba rose mysteriously to the north, like a mythical Bali Hi. From their table they could see into the main room, which was fluorescent light-lit. A company of pool tables arranged with military order, served as decor and established the room's function. Around one of these, two boys elbowed pool-sticks, aiming by turns at a luminous white cue, which, (hopefully) would direct others into pockets indicated by a stick-tap.Two others watched closely, nearby.
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