One poor soul, who'd lost his battle with a rogue steering-oar, now sat leaning against the side of the ship, with a glazed, but curious expression of marked unbelief on his face. Between the thumb and index finger of his right hand, he held the severed index finger of his left hand, as if trying to figure out how he could possibly repair and re-attach it

By albee, July 8, 2014.

Found in Jonah. The White Ghost., authored by A.M.Cornford.