{"id":251596,"date":"2026-07-13T01:21:50","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T22:21:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/all-the-world-can-hold-jung-yun\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T01:21:50","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T22:21:50","slug":"all-the-world-can-hold-jung-yun","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/all-the-world-can-hold-jung-yun\/","title":{"rendered":"All The World Can Hold – Jung Yun"},"content":{"rendered":"
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She leans over it, staring at the black water, seemingly endless and bottomless, dappled with light. It\u2019s cool outside, a few degrees shy of cold, and the breeze is a welcome relief. It makes it easier to ignore how painful her skin feels, like it\u2019s being pulled tighter and tighter over her body\u2014a sensation that\u2019s getting worse by the hour.<\/p>\n

She wonders at what point she\u2019ll finally admit that the cruise is a disaster. Then she second-guesses the impulse, loath to use the term too lightly. Even with the sunburn and seasickness and missing luggage, \u201cdisaster\u201d seems like an exaggeration, insensitive to the actual disasters going on in the world. Lucy barely has a minute alone with this thought before she notices a man walking toward her. He all but announces his presence, stopping to admire the elderly couple and shouting \u201cBeautiful!<\/p>\n

Beautiful!\u201d at them in an accent she can\u2019t quite make out over the engines. Out of the corner of her eye, she can see him as he continues his beeline approach\u2014white shirt, blue pants, white skin. He doesn\u2019t have to say another word for her to dislike him. The whole setup makes her dislike him. She tenses, waiting to hear whatever dumb line he\u2019s about to try on her. \u201cSo, I am not your type because\u2026?\u201d He\u2019s now leaning over the same railing that she is, their elbows just inches apart.<\/p>\n

Between what he said and how he said it\u2014with an accent that she now clearly recognizes as Italian\u2014she didn\u2019t expect to be surprised, which forces her to turn and look at him. \u201cWhat?\u201d He smiles. \u201cYou say to your friend that I am not your type.\u201d The man is dark haired and olive skinned, maybe ten or fifteen years older than she is\u2014too old to wear his white linen shirt unbuttoned rakishly to midchest.<\/p>\n

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Jimmy from Indonesia, two seemingly incompatible facts engraved on his brushed satin name tag. Franny is convinced that \u201cJimmy\u201d isn\u2019t his real name. She assumes he shortened it\u2014or the cruise line told him to shorten it\u2014from something long and unpronounceable to something effortless and \u201cAmerican.\u201d Jimmy is all smiles and small talk as he shows them around the suite, opening doors to reveal the bathroom, the closet, the mini fridge, the personal safe, and voil\u00e0\u2014he actually says \u201cvoil\u00e0\u201d as he pulls back a curtain and gestures grandly with his arm\u2014the private balcony.<\/p>\n

Their view of the port is unremarkable. The port, in general, is unremarkable. Under the late afternoon clouds, the water appears murky, too dark to hold a reflection of the soot- and algae-stained warehouses on the pier. Franny leans toward the sliding glass door for a better look at a nearby ship, a mega-liner twice the size of their own.<\/p>\n

She\u2019s about to call her husband over when she notices him kneeling in front of the television set on the bureau. He\u2019s aiming the remote at it, pressing random combinations of buttons too hard. \u201cThis thing\u2019s not broken, is it?\u201d Every channel Tom turns to is black, loud with static and filled with diagonal snow. \u201cThere\u2019s no way I can go a whole week without the news.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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