Fill your lungs. Beat your heart. She keeps the knife beside her. Fingertips pressed to the lines of the novel. The Canadian harpooner Ned Land has found his window for escape. “The sea’s bad,” he says to Professor Aronnax, “and the wind’s blowing strong . . .” “I’m with you, Ned.” “But let me tell you that if we’re caught, I’m going to defend myself, even if I die doing it.” “We’ll die together, Ned my friend.”
