The Ferry to Nowhere. The sun was low over the Aegean, and dissolved into the blue, like the honey into the water. Nikos Stavros was leaning against the rusted rail of the ferry with his sun glasses concealing the worry in his eyes. The vessel was to go to Paros, but as the captain explained, there would be an unplanned visit to a smaller island of which very few were aware of. The natives referred to it as Kastro Nisi. The Castle Island.
