He could hear her voice in his dreams.
"Come back to me."Some nights he swore he could see her, a white angel upon windswept seas. Her clean lines had seared themselves into his mind long ago. Her voice, it was like a siren's song that vibrated in his blood.
"Come back to me..."And as he woke in a cold sweat, he felt the hum in his blood and he knew that his brothers were calling him. Blood calling to blood. And She would be waiting for him too. He was her heart, her soul, and without him she was next to nothing. He wasn't sure when he'd made up his mind to go back but that September he was there, gazing up at that white hull with the blue trim. To anyone else she was just another boat, but to him she was so much more. And he could hear her now, her voice so clear and crisp it was as though it was real.
"Welcome home, Edgar."
