Then the storm comes in from the sea, fierce and angry. They struggle to get the nets in, the kraken slipping through frayed lines that would have to be mended. A low roar rumbles through the boat like thunder, the bitter cry of a leviathan caught in the tangled nets, trying to shake itself free.
And the waves toss the boat as if it is nothing but a piece of flotsam, and lightning splits the sky, the world, the lovers, in two.
* * * *
Taer heard the laughter again as he struggled awake. Memories like dreams threatened to drown him, and it would be welcome, after all this time, to give in to them. It would be welcome to become one again, to become whole, to see Nis’s sunshine grin and chase his laughter, to love him and never let him go.