<p>"We were like the jellyfish she mused. They surrounded the boat, all pink and filmy, like upturned translucent pudding bowls, each pulsing slowly.<br>Incapable of strong directional swimming they were at the mercy of greater forces, of powerful sea currents that swept them out of the Caribbean and carried them here.<br>Ilse too had been pulsing away in her own home town; then Erik had happened. Emotions had brought her here.<br>But things wer...