They prayed to their cruel god, then threw her off the boat into the killing sea. She was numbed by the cold and the drag of her woollen garments, until some spurt of anger buoyed her and she threw off her sodden clothing, swimming strongly until she was out of the heartless darkness surrounding the boat.
Then, in the silver light of the moon, she turned on her back to float aimlessly choosing to fight no more.
The sound of oars pulled her from her reverie and a pair of strong arms pulled her to safety.
“Welcome seawife,” he said.
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