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breathed the smallest sigh of relief. As a precautionary measure
I moved onto the oar. I sat astride iton the rounded edge of the speared lifebuoymy left foot
against the tip of the prowmy right foot on the gunnel. It was comfortable enough and I was facing
the boat.
I looked about. Nothing but sea and sky. The same when we were at the top of a swell. The sea
briefly imitated every land feature—every hillevery valleyevery plain. Accelerated geotectonics.
Around the world in eighty swells. But nowhere on it could I find my family. Things floated in the
water but none that brought me hope. I could see no other lifeboats.
The weather was changing rapidly. The seaso immenseso breathtakingly immensewas settling
into a smooth and steady motionwith the waves at heel; the wind was softening to a tuneful breeze;
fluffyradiantly white clouds were beginning to light up in a vast fathomless dome of delicate pale
blue. It was the dawn of a beautiful day in the Pacific Ocean. My shirt was already beginning to dry.
The night had vanished as quickly as the ship.
I began to wait. My thoughts swung wildly. I was either fixed on practical details of immediate
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