Through the Lightening

and waves in my crystal ball I can see a lady from the distant past, from the time of sail perhaps. Is she a victim of some schooner on the rocks or is she awaiting the return of a loved one from the stricken vessel?
No, I'm not[ a clairvoyant, psychic or anything else of that ilk! Sometimes I just have these fanciful flights of imagination. Probably sitting too close to Honey's catnip supply!