The shadows on the beach lengthen over and around the still form in their midst. The silver light flickers over perfect features and ragged clothes. The glistening tears are caught too in the moon's unforgiving gaze and the grey tendrils, which curl around the body. All is calm in this one moment of sanity before the night rushes in and the worn-out body resumes its daily hardship. And Elizabeth is left alone to miss her love. To curse the adventure took him from her and grieve for his loss to the deeps before she could tell him she loved him, that he was a father and that he would be missed.
Her shoulders shake as she thinks of their child and their similarities. Of how she was cast off by her father. Of how she is alone with only her daughter. Of how other mother's hurry past to their families while she is left with no home of her own.
One perfect moment to mourn his passing that is broken by a call for her to return to work. And she is torn from perfection back to reality where there are three hours to go until she can leave work and return to her daughter with a few meagre coins safe in her pocket.
She turns to leave and the moment passes.