The waves crashed gently on the sand, the morning sky a clear blue that showed no trace of the tumultuous storm of the night before. The rocks that jutted from the sand and marched out to the sea created a small protected pool before the larger breakers of the open ocean. The sand slowly gave way to sea oats and scrub, dotted with a few palmetto, before the ground began to grow more green under the shade of scraggly trees. In the distance the land rose high to a great cone of a mountain at the island's core.
But all that was far from the woman laying near motionless on the sand. No trace was left of her ship, and indeed it was only her own strength of body and will that had brought her through the night and kept her alive.
As she stirred, a breeze began to blow in from the open waters, a cool breath that soon would be a welcome contrast to the heat of the rising sun.
But all that was far from the woman laying near motionless on the sand. No trace was left of her ship, and indeed it was only her own strength of body and will that had brought her through the night and kept her alive.
As she stirred, a breeze began to blow in from the open waters, a cool breath that soon would be a welcome contrast to the heat of the rising sun.
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