Neither of us was sick, unless you count the discomfort of second thoughts. Standing at the rail, we watched Haziz fall away. Our past fall away. Doubts riddled us, but neither of us would admit it. Not that easily. Not to one another. Del raked back hair and locked it behind ears. Then clutched the rail again, white-knuckled. Her eyes watched avidly as the rim of known land dropped below the horizon. Helpfully, I suggested, "You could jump overboard. I can't, of course, because I don't know how to swim. But you could swim back to Haziz. We're not that far." "Far enough," she mourned. Then shifted against the rail, leaning a hip into mine. "We're doing the right thing." "I answered that already." "It wasn't a question. It was a statement." "Didn't sound like it." I turned my back to the water, hooking elbows over the rail. Changed the topic on purpose. "Why don't we get married?" Del gaped. "What?" "Get married." I shrugged idly, watching her expression sidelong. "We might as well." "Next you'll want a family!" I laughed.
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