The sea became a rolling calm, the rain a mist in the grey overcast of a day struggling towards morning.

I looked around and to the west I saw him. He was youngish, black-haired and dressed in tattered clothes of an indefinable tone. For a moment our eyes caught and touched like magnets. I was unable to move, to pull my glance away, to even think. There was something unearthly about the man in his small boat.

And then, just as he bobbed out of my view, he smiled a long-toothed grin.

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