She had been part of this, she thought. And it was no small thing. Now that she was standing alone at the bow’s railing, with the primordial surging of the deck beneath her feet, she could feel what she’d done. A little moment of numinous prompting, a mystic satisfaction. She had been doing the work of the world—she could sense the subtle flow of its Taoist tides, buoying her up, carrying her.