"You do not swim?" What would her father say, to hear such a thing? We swim before we ever walk, Araceli, it's how we know that we came from the water first, something like that, twirling his greying moustache with a grin to show off the gold tooth most likely. "Tell me where you come from, then, I can only imagine the sea and so many masts at the docks, almost another city entirely when the ships return home."