She sat on the rocks, listening to waves crashing in the depths, feeling the shock of cold spray against her face, watching the struggle of foreign ships as they made their way through the ocean's wilds. One hand to her throat, she pushed her other hand against the wet, slimy rock, reassured by its solidity. "I am glad I'm not on that ship," she thought, "for against such a storm I would be helpless and would surely drown." But still she watched the ship as it tossed upon the waves, and the tide rolled in and out again and carried her heart leaping upon it. Her body ached and pulled with the urge to throw itself forward. She felt herself not as a passenger on the slippery ship, but as the ocean.

- Karen