Eivor knows her place on the crew, knows the joy of one hand on support and both eyes on the horizon, knows just how to call the shots to make sure everyone rows how they should.

She's always wanted to go farther, deeper, knows that her crew deserves better than to bend to her heart grasping vision of the horizon, the way it would be so easy to go just a little bit more, just a little more.

She wraps her hand firmer, calls the halt and the rest, takes her eyes away from the horizon to tend to her wounded.