Will wiped away the tear edging its way down his face. But it was to late. Sylvia had already seen it, and she was at his side in a heartbeat.
"Are you ok Will?" Will managed a feeble smile.
"Yes, I'm fine." Sylvia was not convinced.
"Do you want anything? Water? Beer?" Will shook his head.
"I'm fine, Sylvia, really. But thank you." Sylvia nodded and sat down next to him.
"You're never going to let go of her." It wasnt a question. Sylvia looked at her handed twisting and turning in her lap.
Will shook his head. "Not until there is nothing to hold on to." Sylvia looked at him. Now it was her that had the tears in her eyes. "Please dont cry." Will didnt know if he should put his arm around her or not. He decided not to and contented himself with patting her on the back. Sylvia stood up and said,
"See you tomorrow morning." And then she walked in the direction of the womens quarters. Will looked out at the water. He had felt so empty on this trip. Like half of him was somewhere else. Somewhere on an island in the middle of no where with a man he didn't trust to look after it.