One of the locals weighed anchor in the harbour and found her body skewered on the fluke .
Stupid woman . If only she had given me time to tell her about the distress signal . Stupid . Stupid woman . Sorrow had possessed her and she wanted nothing more than to touch her husband ’ s greening bones . Grief had hooked her . It had hooked me too . In my dreams , the waves would call me to him . The black tides would flush my organs and my pulse would drag in unison with the surf . I wanted it like she did . But things were different now . My feet were planted firmly on land and my soul grappled with the cliff tops . Anger had bewitched me . It sanded my bones and raped my insides .