"You think that's a good idea?"

The bare-chested fellow with what looked like a short made from the skin of some wild cats said to the two other men in the ship with him.

They were at the shore of the sea and could see from where they were, a man and woman lying on each other as though they were dead.

The other fellow whose bounty beards seemed dusty and grey had told the bare-chested to go and check if the man and woman were still breathing.

The thought felt lame to him in the first place but found a pull to it.

The ship was bordering the death...