By the Light of His Lantern

Coughing up seawater, Lewis touches his body, feeling for wounds that are no longer there. This body is new. Like the last one, and the one before that. He listens for their approach--the creatures in the dark. No matter how far he runs, each time his blood is spilled he hears the same crashing waves, tastes the same seawater, washes up on the same gritty sand, reborn only to do it all again...