That's the last update for a little bit, my friends! I'm getting surgery soon and I think it'll be a bit before I'll be back to drawing. I'm hoping to get back into it in August though! Thank for you for all your patience with me this year as I figure out how to balance my time.
Panel 1 [Ezra breathlessly reaches the top of a grassy hill, the town and ocean visible down below. Josué has already flopped down in the grass.
EZRA:
Not the kind of climbin’ I'm used to.
Panel 2 [Shot from behind them, showing the stretch of the town below. Josué gestures to it]
JOSUÉ:
Beautiful though, yes?
EZRA:
Yes.
JOSÚE:
And only here for some hours. So sad, so sad.
Panel 3 [Josué lays back in the grass with his arms behind his head]
JOSUÉ:
When I was on that goddamn cow farm I couldn’t get away fast enough.
Panel 4 [Ezra looks over at Josue with a slightly sad expression while Josué continues talking nonchalantly, eyes closed and head tilted up at the sky]
JOSUÉ:
But now…I'd sooner let that ship sail without me, if I could.
EZRA:
Really?
JOSÚE:
Why so surprised?
5 thoughts on “Page 170”
Tempest
Ahhh I haven’t checked for updates since fall and catching up has been a wonderful evening activity (and TWO whole essays to read! thank you for all the work you put into those they are fascinating)
Best of luck with your surgery!
eishiya
Good luck with the surgery and recovery! Take your time, the comic can wait.
draconicrose
Thank you for the updates! Hope surgery goes well.
Scolopendra
Good luck and get well soon! <3
Oldarmourer
Two hours off…half an hour climbing the hill, half an hour going back down again…most of the sailors I knew would already have found Mamacita’s Putaemporium and be on their way out, giving the Dr something to cure later 😉
Find me:
Part of the comics webring:
©2024 Silas J. Costello.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Part of the comics webring: