Mark and Ron placed their oil lanterns down and waited for a long time. The horizon was a flat line and the darkness extended as far as the eye could see. A few bright stars twinkled in the cloudy sky.
Mark traced an imaginary line from the tip of Ron's finger to its destiny over the water.
"Can you see it?"
Mark squinted his eyes.
"We'll have to go there."
By the end of that long night, they'd be richer, but not happier. There was a baby in the wreckage, and they couldn't do anything about it.