Tempted By Innocence

She wandered the deck aimlessly this morning. Here and there a seaman nodded at her, then furrowed his brow when she hardly seemed to notice. Too late, she’d come out of the daze and mumble a greeting, usually to the man’s departing back. It wasn’t like her to be so distracted, gazing out with distant eyes over the shifting horizon and sighing as if she’d lost something inestimably precious.