It was impossible to know the line between reality and imagination in the maelstrom that raged around me. It took every ounce of mental as well as physical strength to keep the ship above the bounding surface of the sea.

I had dismissed the vision as a trick of the rain and upwash of the sea as they merged and argued in the beacon of light.

Then there, again, it was so clearly a solid mass of white with someone unbelievably standing upright in the rolling sea.