She hears it.
There is somebody singing, up on the water.
Hungry.
She has not eaten for three sun-cycles.
She swims up. And stops in her tracks.
She knows this song.
Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be
It stirs something, deeply buried in the back of her mind.
who love a jolly sailor bold who ploughs the raging sea
Addison? No, Adam.
while up aloft, in storm or gale, from me his absence mourn
It has been so long since she has heard this song. Still, the memories are distant.
and firmly pray, arrive the day, he home will safe return.
She had a jolly sailor bold once.
My name it is Maria, a merchant's daughter fair
She is sure that she had wanted him. No, something deeper than want.
and I have left my parents and three thousand pounds a year
Had that been what the silly humans call love?
She feels someone poke her side. Her sister asks her if she's going to go. She nods brusquely and swims to the surface. The water pushes her hair flat.
She opens her mouth and allows instinct to take over.
My heart is pierced by Cupid
He leans forward.
Hungry.
I disdain all glittering gold.
She takes his face.
There is nothing can console me
She pulls his face lightly.
but my jolly sailor bold.
She yanks him down.
Hungry.
She has already forgotten the name of her jolly sailor bold.