She stared at him wildly. "What's that?"
He, too, had caught the faint shout. Looking back along the spine just as the Moon came clear again, he saw white spray rise and fall—and then the figure of Kesserich stumbling through it.
"Mary, wait for me!"
The figure was halfway across when it lurched, started forward again, then was jerked back as if something had caught its ankle. Out of the darkness, the next wave sent a line of white at it neck-high, crashed.
Jack hesitated, but another great gust of wind tore at the half-raised sail, and it was all he could do to keep the sloop from capsizing and head her into the wind again.
Mary was tugging at his shoulder. "You must help him," she was saying. "He's caught in the rocks."
He heard a voice crying, screaming crazily above the surf:
"Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world—"
The sloop rocked. Jack had it finally headed into the wind. He looked around for Mary.