Blackwater Islands reflections off a broken mirror

She said what he could not say aloud. Something in the pit of his stomach churned. It made him sick. Looking up at the woman, seeing she was real, that all of this was real. Feeling the gritty sand between his toes, the cold wind nip at his even colder skin. Hearing the sea smack against stone. It’s all real. And it makes him so sick.
No. He stood on unsteady feet. His whole body shook now. This isn’t right. I… fuck. Fuck-
His breath grew rapid as he stared at the woman. Larger than him. Scared from head to toe. A fighter, he deduced quickly. A killer, he wildly assumed. She could -
A snarl ripped from his throat, and he forced himself to lunge at her.