Death is a shadow cast over the sea.
They had sat there for more than an hour and prayed for the soul of Able Seaman Phillip Carroll. They had listened to a choir of Papuan women singing Bese Veredia, the heart-wrenching song of farewell, their voices lilting and soaring in the silence. They had watched the stony faces of men in uniform fighting to keep their emotions under control. John and Martha Carroll had sat there and heard so many good things said about their son. Now, it was time to take him home.