The woman did not reply, but stopped singing, stood on her rock and waved. To complement her n***d upper half, a small rectangle of green cloth dangled beneath her waist.
"She must live there," another man said. "Come on over," he invited, "and tell us about yourself –" he lowered his voice, "and I will show you all about me!"
The oarsmen laughed coarsely and more stood up, shouting over to the young woman. The first oarsman, a tall, lithe man with a mobile face, made suggestions that would have curled the hair of a more modest woman than Melcorka.
"Captain!" The helmsman said. "I think we should land on the island and make ourselves known. Maybe that poor woman is a castaway and needs us to save her."
"I have something to help save her," another man said and demonstrated what he meant
