The sea was unusually calm that morning, and the ship made little movement upon the water, so that the only motions seemed to be those of his own mind within him. Looking over the side he thought he could remember his first time upon the ocean, though he suspected it was only false memory of him knowing he had been there before. He tried to remember when he was first at Stonehouses as well, but it was a useless effort, for everything he thought he remembered he knew he was matching to some received tale or present need, and so was hesitant of the tricks he knew one’s mind could play. When he looked out upon the water and saw a great squall coming toward them, however, he knew it was not only his mind’s imagining of the past but a true and present storm. He did not leave the rail but continued to look out, mesmerized, onto the ocean as it began to rise in the distance.
A call rang out from the crow’s nest at the same time Caleum pointed out the swells of water in the distance to Toombley. The other man, being cautious and fearful, went immediately belowdecks, but Caleum, remembering his last journey on these seas, stayed pressed against the rail.
When the winds came in, the ship began to toss violently and the captain called for all sails to be lowered, realizing he would not be able to outrun the squall. He yelled angrily for Caleum to get below, as even his hardiest sailors did not want to be out in that storm. Just as he said this, however, the ship pitched to the side, as a giant wave caught them and swept over the vessel. When the boat righted itself again, the captain saw his passenger was no longer at the railing but snatched away by the ocean.
“Man overboard!” sailors yelled out from each corner of the ship simultaneously, throwing life preservers into the ocean.
In the fierceness of the storm, though, it was impossible for them to see more than a few feet in any direction, and they could not tell where Caleum had fallen, let alone whether he had emerged from the water.
Beneath the waves, Caleum struggled against the current, which felt like a massive hand around his midsection, pulling him down, until he managed to wrench his body free to the surface. The water tried again to submerge him, but he was able to get back to the open quickly and breathe air again. When he did he inhaled very deeply and tried first off to espy the Enki.
He could see nothing but a deep velvet darkness, as if night had fallen over the entire world. When he had finally caught his breath and began to relax, floating on the choppy sea, another wave crashed overhead, pushing him down again. He was just barely able to take in and hold a lungful of air before disappearing back under the waves.
It was as black below the water as above it, and he could not tell which medium he was in as he tried to swim toward what he took to be an island of dry land. It was a mirage, though, and, when he tried to breathe, he inhaled nothing but sharp salty water. He thought he could hear the sound of perfect voices singing clearly then, and their song was very beguiling to him, until he struck out with one of his hands and it was free.
He reemerged in another spot altogether, and he no longer thought of finding the ship but only of keeping air inside his body instead of brine. He battled the ocean like this for another hour, as the sea kept crashing down on his small ebbing form in the midst of its own immense providence, until he was worn out and could fight no longer.
After a wave the size of a hillock had fallen over him, Caleum sank under the waters and did not give thought to rising again. His wooden leg had grown heavy and water-logged, but he could not remove it, for it was so well fastened, and his other limbs were stiff and lethargic.
His death seemed certain when he went below, then bobbed up this last time, and he was spared that fate only because he rose next to one of the buoys the Enki had thrown out earlier. He threw himself around it and clung to the contraption as best he could with his raw hands. There were no thoughts in his head by then, nor desires in him beyond this. He was in a contest for his life, and it took all his strength and courage to wage the battle.
He had been swept from the side of the ship around seven in the morning, and at midday he was still out in the water. The storm was past by then, and the water still as the desert floor, as the sun beat high overhead, casting a reflection on the water that made everything to the horizon stark white. He was blinded by it and longed for the thing to pass on overhead, as it gave but little warmth and no solace but only robbed him of sight.
Unable to withstand the assault on his eyes, he was forced to close them as he floated in that cold firmament. He was disoriented entirely but managed to think then of all that had happened to him with clarity for the first time. He envisioned his home as well, and the faces of all he loved, and after that where each field at Stonehouses was and each barn. He counted in his mind the panes in every window, and the animals in their stalls. He thought of the coming planting season and longed to be in his fields again, as he longed for his old bed.
Of all the things on land he wished for, little could compete with how he missed children, for they made him feel connected to the world in a way nothing else did. As for Libbie, he had made her a promise long ago, and he still had not fulfilled it. When he could no longer bear to think of what was good and comfortable, he tried to still his mind again, until it was completely blank and without desire but to endure his present ordeal.
When he chanced to open his eyes the sun was still unrelenting, but it had passed on a few degrees, so he could see what was at the horizon. He saw there a ship, moving parallel to him in the distance, and began to yell to it. The boat did not seem to hear or notice him, as it did not alter its course. But when it was nearly on top of him, he could see a man standing at the prow whom he would swear was Magnus Merian.
The man did nod to him but was otherwise mute, as though they were on a leisurely walk and what they had to say had already been settled. Caleum kept calling out desperately for help, until eventually several men came to the starboard side of the ship. “We can come no closer,” one of them called. “Godspeed thee.”
He looked at their faces as they moved past him, and in the center of all them was the captain of the vessel, who looked to be the image of Rennton. He recalled then the ship he had been on before, and thought he remembered that boat as well from when he was a child upon these waters. His mind was panicked and chaotic, and he closed his eyes trying to calm it. When he next looked, turning to follow the progress of the ship, it had disappeared in the hard glare of the ocean.
He wailed to be left alone there and despaired of ever reaching safety. He had faced suffering before without protesting, but dying alone in that watery nothingness, divorced from everything he held dear and all he called his own in the world, took away his remaining strength and courage. He bawled like a child.
There was no further sign of the ship, nor any other form of life, as he clung there, only an immense silence, as if he had left the world and was cast into some colossal antechamber of death. He hung fast to the little buoy as his hands bled without feeling, hoping only that the sea would not churn up again.
The ocean did remain calm, as the sun began its long descent, but the temperature was still well below what he could bear, and he felt himself falling into a druggish stupor as he floated out there in the silent void.
Nay there was something. It was his angst and fear, though none would call him coward for it, but he struggled against them until he was spent. He had been out on the water almost six hours, and the only thing he had to look forward to was night, when the sea would be cast into complete darkness again — unrelieved by anything save the distant stars, if the clouds did not blanket over them. Thinking of his prospects, he started not only to lose but to give up on the fight and began to fall from consciousness.