I didn’t wait for a boat back. I was soaked to the skin and getting chilled and needed to get back before I caught my death. I tried to talk the marshal into doing what Jimmy should’ve, which was walk to the far end the breakwater, but he didn’t. I’m not sure he even heard me ask. He stared at the bay with his head tilted and his sodden coat draped over him. He didn’t seem cold. In fact, he looked like one of those statues they put up after the war.
The other people on the breakwater weren’t statues. They were scattered about like bodies on a real battlefield. A lot of them huddled with their knees drawn up, rocking and moaning to make the pain go away. A few of the others just walked around, shuffling back and forth but not going anywhere. Some were soaked through to the skin, and other
