Earth changed in the black sky.
It caught fire.
Part of it seemed to come apart in a million pieces, as if a gigantic jigsaw had exploded.
It burned with an unholy dripping glare for a minute, three times normal size, then dwindled.
“What was that?” Sam looked at the green fire in the sky.
“Earth,” said Elma, holding her hands together.
— You don't understand. If we go back, they'll swamp the boat. They'll pull us right down.
— Knock it off. You're scaring me. Come on, girls, grab an oar. Let's go!
— Are you out of your mind? We're in the middle of the North Atlantic! Now, do you people want to live or do you want to die?
— I don't understand a one of you. What's the matter with you? It's your men out there! There's plenty of room for more.
— And there'll be one less on this boat if you don't shut that hole in your face!