"But why did you call me a nuisance?"
"You were one—you are one. You leave a man no peace—you're like the sea. You're full of storms, aren't you?"
"Not only storms."
"I know. But the sea wouldn't be the sea without her storms. They're one of her ways of holding us, too. And there are more storms in her than ever break. I see them in you, big ones and little ones, brooding. Then you're a—nuisance. You always will be, won't you?"
"Not to wreck you."
"You won't do that. Or if you do—I can survive shipwreck."
"I know."
"How do you know? I nearly gave up once, but the thought of you stopped me. I wanted to come back—I'd always meant to. So I held on."
"I know."
"How do you know? I never told you, did I?"