By now I was faint with fatigue, mechanically paddling, brain shutting down with tiredness, cramp in my legs and muscle ache in my arms. Then I was aware of a faint green shape waving in the sky like a ghostly figure. It was the northern lights - and I was seeing them to my south, for our latitude was that high.
I stopped paddling, worn out and transfixed, and became aware of a presence in the water next to me. A great spike pierced the waves, followed by a head with an eye in it. It was a narwhale, watching me watch the north lights. I slowly turned my head and we made eye contact, human and whale, aware of each other and the moment.
Then there was a cry from the boat. "We're sailing, you've done it!"
Instantly the narwhale dived, and as if in sympathy the northern lights flickered one last time and went out. I could have cried with frustration.
But someone was pulling the tow rope in, and unknown hands hauled me back on-board. I was exhausted beyond caring.
Without a word I crashed in my bunk into a dreamless sleep as Aurora sailed south through icy waters to our final anchorage, the little Greenland town of Tasiilaq.
--- The End ---
Tomorrow: The Greenland Yarn Literary Quiz!