"What did you see?"
"The loveliest thing I'd ever seen."
"I'm not really—am I?"
"I used to dream about you at night on my watches. I made you up out of bits of the night—white moonlight, black clouds, and stars. Sometimes I would take the last cloud of sunset for your lips. And the wind, when it was gentle, for your voice. And the movements of the sea for your movements, and the rise and fall of it for your breathing, and the lap of it against the boat for your kisses. Oh, child, look up!..."
She looked up....
"What's your name?"
"Helen."
"I can't hear you."
"Helen. Say it."
"I'm trying to."