He sat transfixed, watching her paddle back out into the fjord. Her scent ingrained on his shirt, as he sipped his first hot brew of the day. “Last night was wild,” he thought. And smiled. In the distance, over the ridge, a low rumble broke the morning stillness. “Looks like a storm’s coming,” he muttered under his breath. “I hope she makes it to where she’s headed. Wherever that is.”