When yet another anniversary passes without a marriage proposal from his boyfriend, Harry decides to take action. Aware of an Irish tradition that allows to pop the question on Feb. 29, he plans to follow his lover to Dublin and ask him to marry him...
"Cardiff, Wales airport regrets to announce that due to weather, all flights today are canceled." Harry weaves between through the people crowding the airport area with his bag in his hands and shoulder bag over his shoulder. He looks over at the long queue formed in front of the enquiry counter. Once the people disperse, he walks forward to greet the ladies with a warm smile.
"No flights until tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow, sir."
"Tomorrow." Harry says raising his eyebrows at them.
"I think that what I said. Didn't I, Beryl?" The brunette asks the blonde.
"That is what you said." She says nodding her head to every word.
"Well, no, that's not going to work for me." Harry says shaking his head at them while they look at him with smiles on their faces which never seem to falter. "Look. I'm going to Dublin to propose to my boyfriend on the 29th, leap day. It's an old Irish tradition and I need to buy a suit and find a ring and book a restaurant." The ladies still looked at him with the same smiling face. "So, between us, I think you can see why I really need to be there today."
"Oh right." The brunette exclaims cheerfully.
"Right." Harry says laughing with them.
"Beryl" the brunette turns to face the blonde. "Would you ring Dublin International Airport and get them to open a runway especially for sir?"
"Right away." The blonde the replies and both turn their faces in sync to look at Harry with that smile plastered on their faces and blinking at him.
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"We regret to announce that all commercial passenger ferries to Ireland have been canceled. Will all passengers booked for the crossing to Ringaskiddy please report to the information desk?"
Harry walks forward to the man sitting behind the counter with the board tickets. "Hi. I'd like a ticket to Cork, please."
"Ferry's canceled." He says looking up from the newspaper.
"What is wrong with this country?" Harry mutters to himself.
"I usually blame the government, but this one's the weather. Storm, see?" The guy says leaning forward from his seat.
Harry grabs his suitcase from the floor and drops his wallet back into his bag. "Well, we'll just see about that. I'll find my own boat." He stomps away from the counter.
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Harry gets on a small fishing boat, which takes him on the violent sea without minding the warnings given. Strong waves and thunders accompanied them throughout.
"We're going to have to go in to Dingle." The driver says trying to maintain the boat using the wheel.
"But I paid for Cork." Harry says holding on to the wall of boat near him. A very strong wave hits the front of the boat and onto the glasses control part where they both were standing. "Okay. Dingle will do."
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Harry walks from the shore of the small village, to the town, the places being different only due to the presence of a few buildings. The sky is getting dark and the buildings were not brightly lighted like in Boston. He reads the name of a building in fading blue paint as 'Caragh's Bar' and walks inside it.
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