“I’m here to get you,” he said.
“Me?” I thought, confused. Then his words registered, and a wave of hopefulness rolled over me.
Suddenly I didn’t feel so sick.
I turned and looked at him.
He was standing, looking back at me, with his hands slightly out. Like a supplicant.
I crossed Colibri, jumped onto the dock, and stood facing him. I studied his beautiful face, looking for signs of hostility. There were none. He looked expectant and maybe, like me, a little hopeful.
I held out my ar