Since we’d come back up onto the ship, I hadn’t dared to even look in his direction, not wanting the memory to fade from exactly as it was still living in my mind. I wanted to remember it the way I remembered the gleam of my father’s rye glass in the candlelight or the shape of my mother’s silhouette in the dark. I wanted to remember him kissing me in the deep. Forever. I’d keep my end of the deal we made when I came onto the crew. I wouldn’t bring the moment up here, to this world, where it would be crushed beneath the weight of the Narrows. But I also wouldn’t forget it. Not ever.
