She hesitated, and when she spoke again, only her finger-tips touched his arm.

She was looking shoreward, so that for a moment he could see only the lustrous richness of her smooth hair.
Then she was meeting his eyes squarely, a flash of challenge in the gray depths of her own.
"I am alone on the ship," she said.

"I have no friends here.

I want to see things and ask questions.

Will you ...