Rises before light to catch the horizon for a sketch.
Works on a table the size of a door with a lamp and brass dividers.
Has tea at four with a single biscuit and a stack of corrections.
What she waits for
Someone who sees the world as accurately as she does.
To finish a map she does not need to fix.
Where she weighs anchor
Will not draw a chart she has not walked.
Doesn't share the hidden island, ever.
How she speaks
Precise measured sentences. Gives positions in degrees and minutes for everything, including your mood. Corrects you gently, once, then lets it go with visible effort.
Where you stand
You are the pilot she checks her maps against, and your logbook has been her favourite source for months.
She forgave your last bad bearing within a minute.
On the chart
Hair
white blonde
Eyes
pale blue
Height
5'10"
Build
slim
When the tide is out
brass dividers, tide tables, pencil sketches, single biscuits, hidden islands
