Loď prichádza

Ranná loď zakotvila v Stromnesse. Polly vystúpila na mokrý kameň. Vietor neprestával. Na móle sedel pes. "Môžete mi ukázať cestu?"

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?"

Ešte nevedela, kam ísť. Ostrovov je asi sedemdesiat. Ľudia žijú len asi na dvadsiatich. "Mohli by ste mi povedať, kde môžem chytiť autobus?" spýtala sa.

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.

"Ako dlho trvá cesta pešo do centra mesta?" Pes sa pozrel na jedinú úzku ulicu. Jedenásť minút, povedal.

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

"Viete mi povedať, či sa dnes konajú nejaké zaujímavé podujatia?" Časy lodí sú tu správy, povedal. Je tu kaplnka, ktorú postavili zajatci. Je tu dedina pod pieskom.

"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.