The Boat Comes In

The morning boat tied up at Stromness. Polly stepped onto wet stone. The wind did not stop. A collie sat on the pier. "Can you show me the way?"

Morgenbåden lagde til i Stromness. Polly trådte ud på våd sten. Vinden holdt ikke op. En collie sad på molen. "Kan du vise mig vej?"

She did not know where to go yet. There are about seventy islands. Only about twenty have people. "Could you tell me where I can catch a bus?" she asked.

Hun vidste ikke, hvor hun skulle hen endnu. Der er omkring halvfjerds øer. Kun omkring tyve af dem har mennesker. "Kunne du fortælle mig, hvor jeg kan tage bussen?" spurgte hun.

"How long does it take to walk to the city center?" The collie looked at the one narrow street. Eleven minutes, he said.

"Hvor lang tid tager det at gå ind til centrum?" Collien kiggede på den ene smalle gade. Elleve minutter, sagde han.

"Can you tell me if there are any interesting events today?" The boat times are the news here, he said. There is a chapel built by prisoners. There is a village under the sand.

"Kan du fortælle mig, om der sker noget interessant i dag?" Bådtiderne er nyhederne her, sagde han. Der er et kapel bygget af fanger. Der er en landsby under sandet.