There were so many of them on the island today that Martin finally climbed up into the tree in front of Mr Betabil's house to escape the clamor. And the questions. And the requests for directions.
Hunched on his perch he could see over the roof and beyond the city wall to the water, where the boats came and went. A man and a woman passed beneath the tree, talking about the fish they had just eaten at Cleopha's. I thought it was all right, the woman said. It wasn't really any better than what you can get on the mainland, the man said.
Martin pulled a stone from his pocket and waited until they were several meters away before throwing it at them. It was deflected by branch and fell on the path.
The man said, I heard when they discovered this place there were nothing but monkeys living here.