Maybe you saw her first? Caught a glimpse between the lines, between the letters, like a ghost in the mirror, a ghost in the wings?

Prometheus, thief of light, giver of light, bound by the gods, must have been a book.

Back on shore everyone was pretty messed up, but the owner/captain was by far the worst off. He ended up drunk for a week, though the only thing he ever said was "So?" The boat's gone. "So?" Your mate's dead. "So?" Hey at least you're alive. "So?" An awful word but it does harden you. It hardened me.

Anger is one way to respond to fear. I say one way because responses are categorically multiple.

Scars are the paler pain of survival received unwillingly and displayed in the language of injury.

Even the brightest magnesium flare can do little against such dark except blind the eyes of the one holding it. Thus one craves what by seeing one has in fact not seen.

Come morning I found the day as I have found every other day--without relief or explanation.