“When you love someone so completely drawn to a thing as enigmatic and apathetic as the sea, you learn to understand mortality as constantly looming rather than as a condition of some distant, nebulous future. ‘Every time I talked to her, she was so delighted to be out in the middle of the ocean, which I never understood,’ Deb recalled. ‘It’s hard not to be supportive when that just makes somebody so happy.'” Andrew Lewis in Outside: A Death at Sea on the Row of Life. (This is a heavy edition. If you need some perspective widening, this article will provide it.)