The Ferry
Kathryn Rantala

The ferry was scheduled to pull away from the pier at 9:25. A man sat in his car near the terminal and ate a doughnut. He had a cup of coffee in a travel mug and a newspaper on the dashboard. He looked at his watch.
The ferry was scheduled to pull away from the pier at 9:25. It was 9:15. A man sat in his car near the terminal and carefully wiped doughnut crumbs from his shirt and pants. It was an older car. He wiped the crumbs to the floor. While he was wiping he looked down at his pants. His pants made a lap. He wiped the crumbs from his lap to the floor of the car. He looked up at the clock in the dashboard and then he looked at his watch.
The ferry was scheduled to pull away from the pier at 9:25. It was 9:21. A man opened his car door and partially stepped out. He had one foot outside the car and was flicking crumbs from his right pant leg. He flicked them using an OK sign with his right thumb and forefinger. He made the OK sign into a spring. The sound of the flick the springing OK sign made came from his pant leg and his leg. The crumb itself fell silently to the floor of the car. When he had flicked the last crumb he reached into his jacket vest pocket for his ferry pass. Then he picked up his newspaper from the dashboard and stepped all the way out of the car. He closed the car door without looking at it. He was looking at the ferry.
The ferry was scheduled to pull away from the pier at 9:25. It was 9:23. A man walked away from a car near the terminal. He walked toward the land end of the walkway between the terminal and the ferry at the water end of the pier. The pier for the ferry had a very long walkway, a very long walkway indeed. Enormous diesel engines pointed the ferry at the pier and held it there. The engines were very loud, even at the other end of the long walkway near the terminal.
The ferry was scheduled to pull away from the pier at 9:25. A man at the beginning of the walkway looked at the ferry. The way he looked at the ferry this time was as if he were seeing it for the first time. His eyes had a big look of surprise. He began to run. He had his newspaper in one hand. He waved his newspaper at the rope handler standing where the ferry was held against the pier. He wrapped his lips over his teeth and made a sharp whistle. He waved his newspaper in the air and shouted something that might have been "Wait for me!" The engines were very loud as they held the ferry against the pier. The engines were so loud they made the air vibrate.
The ferry was scheduled to pull away from the pier at 9:25. It was 9:25. A man who had been running down the walkway jumped over the slight gash in the surface on which he ran. The gash was a piece of nothing at all between the ferry and the pier. Enormous diesel engines pointed the ferry at the pier and held it there so that the gash was very slight. The nothing at all that it was might have been a drop into the water, but because it was a slight gash of nothing it could be stepped over without dropping into the water. It was not necessary to jump over the gash. This was not only because of the engines holding the ferry at the pier but also because of the rope handler.
A man who had been running down the walkway jumped over the gash just as the rope handler let go of the rope and then he ran with his newspaper in his hand across the car deck and up the stairs and into the seating area where there were people sitting and reading or writing. He had a red face and he was breathing more than anyone in the seating area. Cold wind came with him into the seating area making people look up with their eyes from what they were reading or writing. The man the people were looking at slapped his newspaper against his pant leg where it made a sound the people seemed to recognize as a newspaper slapped against a pant leg; that is, they were not frightened by it but a little bit excited by it. He looked into one face and then another. He said, "I made it!" in a loud, happy sounding voice. The people smiled at him because they were happy for him and some of them may have remembered that they had not always made it in the past. Then they looked down again. He sat down in the seating area of the ferry while it crossed Puget Sound and he sat in the same general place but facing another direction while it came back again one half hour later. When the rope handler had the rope in place and the enormous diesel engines were pointing the ferry at the pier and holding it there, he picked up his newspaper and left the seating area, descended the stairway to the car deck and walked up the long walkway to the terminal. Then he went to his car parked near the terminal and got in.
The ferry was scheduled to pull away from the pier at 10.25. A man sat in his car near the terminal and looked at his watch. He had a newspaper on the dashboard.
The ferry was scheduled to pull away from the pier at 10:25. It was 10:05. A man sat in his car near the terminal. It was an older car. He looked at the clock in the dashboard and then he looked at his watch.
The ferry was scheduled to pull away from the pier at 10:25. It was 10:21. A man opened his car door and stepped out. He reached into his jacket vest pocket for his ferry pass. Then he picked up his newspaper from the dashboard and stepped out of the car. He closed the car door without looking at it. He was looking at the ferry.
The ferry was scheduled to pull away from the pier at 10:25. It was 10:23. A man walked away from a car near the terminal. He walked toward the land end of the walkway between the terminal and the ferry at the water end of the pier. The pier for the ferry had a very long walkway, a very long walkway indeed. Enormous diesel engines pointed the ferry at the pier and held it there. The engines were very loud, even at the other end of the long walkway near the terminal. He seemed to be listening to the sound of the engines. The engines were so loud they made the air vibrate.
He looked down the long walkway to the gash of nothing at all between the pier and the ferry. The ferry was held in place so it was only a slight gash. It was not necessary to jump over the gash. This was not only because of the engines holding the ferry at the pier but also because of the rope handler. He slapped his newspaper against his pant leg where it made a sound he seemed to recognize as a newspaper slapped against a pant leg; that is, he was not frightened by it but a little bit excited by it. He looked at the ferry. The way he looked at the ferry this time was as if he were seeing it for the first time. His eyes had a big look of surprise.
He began to run. He had his newspaper in one hand. He waved his newspaper at the rope handler standing where the ferry was held against the pier. He wrapped his lips over his teeth and made a sharp whistle.
He had an inexhaustible supply of himself.