During the night we thought we saw ship’s lights. Whether this was imagination, stars, or sparks from the Saint Cuthbert we never found out, but they looked real, and buoyed our hopes up, which made us pull for all we were worth in their direction, only to find that they disappeared. The sea was running high and we could only catch a glimpse of these lights when the boat rose on the crest of a wave.
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Date: 2012-04-20 11:31 pm (UTC)Oh, that's a nice, ghostly detail.