Rumors say she sips morning coffee from a gun barrel, shoots lasers from metal-colored eyes. In reality, she steals fractions of time, performs careful dissections of seconds, loots the wasted moments from those staring into the ample abyss of cellphone light. She makes black market deals. Gives samples of her plunder. An old tycoon makes one more deal. A cancer patient reaches his 16th birthday. But time isn't what the pirate wants. Her daughter's mind is still elsewhere, lost and adrift beyond hospital walls. At night, the pirate holds the small hand, a silent mooring across a white linen sea.