The Wreck Of The Lady Mary

Part One. Amy Ellis Nutt (thanks, Mark): Riotous waves pummel Jose Arias. In the frantic scramble to abandon ship, he zipped his survival suit only to his throat and now the freezing Atlantic is seeping in, stealing his body's heat.

The cold hammers him, a fist inside his head.

Seesawing across the ocean, he cannot tell east from west, up from down. At the top of a wave the night sky spins open, then slides away. Buckets of stars spill into the sea.

"Sálvame, por favor. Sálvame."

Save me. Please save me, he prays to Our Lady of Guadalupe.