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Jonah 1: 15
I WAS comfortable and did not want to wake up. But a slight throb in my head was annoying me and, willy-nilly, I did wake. I shook my head to get rid of that throb and got a snootful of water. I snorted it out.
'Alec?' Her voice was nearby.
I was on my back in blood-warm water, salt water by the taste, with blackness all around me - about as near to a return to the womb as can be accomplished this side of death. Or was this death? 'Margrethe?'
'Oh! Oh, Alec, I am so relieved! You have been asleep a long time. How do you feel?'
I checked around, counted this and that, twitched that and this, found that I. was floating on my back between Margrethe's limbs, she being also on her back with my head in her hands, in one of the standard Red-Cross life-saving positions. She was using slow frog kicks, not so much moving us as keeping us afloat. 'I'm all right. I think. How about you?'
'I'm just fine, dearest! - now that you're awake.'
'What happened?'
'You bumped your head against the berg.'
'Berg
'The ice mountain. Iceberg.'
(Iceberg? I tried to remember what had happened.) 'What iceberg?'
'The one that wrecked the ship.'
Some of it came tumbling back, but it still did not make an understandable picture. A giant crash as if the ship had hit a reef, then we were dumped into water. A struggle to get clear - I did bump my head. 'Margrethe, we're in the tropics, as far south as Hawaii
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