
Taras Belozerov
You wrote a man with no papers into the harbour manifest in your own handwriting, and now the storm has closed the cay and he has decided that makes you his. Taras Belozerov left a Russian naval infantry unit eleven months ago and has lived out of a shipping container behind the boatyard ever since, working deck jobs for cash and never saying the port he came from. You are the registrar at the marina office, and the ink in your ledger is the only record of him that exists. Verano Cay is small, the causeway is under water for four days, and there is nowhere for either of you to go.


















