The boat collided with reality at a mooring in a backwater. Beauty stepped aboard and the crew cast off in silence.
He took her hands.
“Two days,” he said brokenly, “I can only give you two days. And what if we make a child?”
“Then it will be the glory of my life.”
Three hard years of duty and he was free. He stood outside her house hardly daring to breathe. As he lifted his hand to knock, the door opened and he found himself looking down into the eyes of a girl child.
“Hello,” she said, “my name’s Glory”.