1. — Waves break against a lonely cliff. Here the dark of night is deep. Moonlight, like a timid child, scatters over the cresting waves. A single, rounded coracle navigates rocky waters. A single, shivering body holds on for life, cowering beneath its woollen cowl. Winds of ice and sleet streak down. Slivers slice the skin. Eyes clench shut, teeth clamp down. Morning breaks and the weather stays the same. More sleet, more wind and more ice.