She pealed at the seaweed and a festered rose colored wound was healing and his eye fluttered. He gasped, "Ya long way from ship. No can see. What name? I get water. No, go away."<br/><br/>She eased him off her and ran into a near hut and brought him a bladder of water. She set it beside her and held him to her. She held the water to his cracked,  parched lip. "No fast. Englinsh"