This lyric poet and musician awakens, only to find himself alone with his dingey, covered in shards of metal. Apparently...Eutere is not as vulnerable as she looks.

Ah yes, she must have tired of my ding-a-ling.
Straining...leaning over the bow...I can't see her anywhere. All is blackness.

She took a dive?

A dive into the Aegean Sea...at night? Alone? She has left her treasured satchel behind.

Eager to find Eutere, I take up the splintered oars, paddling madly, but the sea...she fights. She swells.

We're in for a storm.