Rosa: Three days before the Festival of Tides, the workroom was missing twelve lanterns.
Tomas: Twelve! I counted them myself at sunset. A hundred paper lanterns, every one of them folded and ready, and this morning there are eighty eight.
Ines: We cannot hold a Festival of Tides with eighty eight lanterns, Tomas. People travel from three towns to see the hundred.
Tomas: Then tell me who took them, Ines. The door was locked. The window was latched. Nobody walks through walls.
Felix: I can keep watch tonight. I am twelve years old, and I have never once fallen asleep on watch.
Rosa: You have fallen asleep on watch twice, Felix. I counted.
Felix: That was the sardine festival and the kite festival. This is different. This is a mystery.
Nadia: I will stay with him. I am charting the harbor for my maps, and a night watch gives me an excellent reason to be awake.
Tomas: Fine. But if the thief comes, you shout, and you do not chase. Whoever is stealing lanterns is stealing them for a reason, and reasons can be dangerous.
((wooden door creaking open slowly - door_creak_01.wav @ center))
Felix: That is the door. Somebody is opening the workroom door.
Nadia: Stay behind the crates, Felix. Let me look. It is Rosa. It is Rosa, and she is carrying lanterns down to the harbor.
Felix: Rosa is the thief? But she IS the festival. She taught me to fold the paper when I was six.
Rosa: You were both supposed to be asleep. And you were supposed to be charting, young lady.
Nadia: I chart what I see, Rosa. And I see you stealing your own festival.
Rosa: Not stealing. Borrowing. There is a difference, and the difference is grief.
Tomas: Rosa? It is three in the morning. What are you doing with my lanterns?
Rosa: One a night, Tomas. Only one a night, for eleven nights. I take one lantern before dawn, I carry it out to the point, and I set it on the water for Esteban.
Ines: Esteban has been gone since January, Rosa. The whole town mourned him.
Rosa: The whole town mourned him at noon, Ines, with speeches. I have mourned him at dawn, alone, with paper and fire. He built this festival with his own hands thirty years ago. He deserved more than speeches.
((soft water lapping against a wooden boat - water_lap_01.wav @ left))
Samuel: She is telling the truth. I row past the point before sunrise, and eleven mornings now I have seen a single lantern burning on the water. I thought I was dreaming. I am seventy four years old, and I thought the sea had started dreaming for me.
Felix: You saw them, and you never told anyone?
Samuel: A ferryman learns when to speak and when to row. I was waiting to see who would ask.
Nadia: Eleven lanterns. One for every month since he died. Rosa, that is not theft. That is the most beautiful chart I have ever drawn, and I draw coastlines for a living.
Ines: The festival rules say a hundred lanterns at dusk. They do not say a single word about dawn.
Tomas: Then we will turn eighty nine back into a hundred. I can fold eleven lanterns in two days if my fingers do not fall off, and Felix can help.
Felix: My fingers are excellent at folding. Rosa taught me when I was six.
Rosa: I am sorry I frightened everyone. I only wanted one goodbye that belonged to me.
Ines: Then let us give you a better one. This year the festival begins at dawn. One lantern, released by you, Rosa, for everyone this town is missing. Then a hundred at dusk, as always.
Samuel: I will row you out to the point myself. My boat is old and slow, but she has never once missed a dawn.
((festival bell, one deep ring - bell_01.wav @ center))
Nadia: Listen. That is the first bell. The festival has begun.
Rosa: Then let us begin it properly. Esteban, this one is yours. And after yours, a hundred more, because you taught us that light is the one thing that multiplies when you give it away.
Tomas: One hundred and one lanterns. Ines, I hope you are happy. My fingers are going to fall off.
Ines: Your fingers will survive, Tomas. And Puerto Alba will remember this year as the year the festival learned to begin at dawn.
Felix: Next year I am keeping watch all night again. Somebody has to guard the lanterns.
Rosa: Next year, Felix, you can carry one out to the point with me. Grief is lighter when somebody walks beside you.