But as she looked out the doorway to the expanse of the sea, she wished for a moment that she wasn’t here for a wreck at all, that it was just her and an ocean that would fill any space she gave it, that left no room for thoughts like the ones that had captivated her about Californian in the first place. Like how there was such a small space between being the ship that saved and the ship that slept. Like how two things could be so close together in the darkness, one bright below the stars, the other sinking slowly away from them.
