An interruption in the night (that is, the incoming tide) chased us further up the beach.
Upon dropping us off yesterday, the fisherman pointed west to indicate in which direction the island’s port city lay. So we set our sights to explore that quarter.
So far we have encountered no roads, and any and all paths have only led us up against a high wall of rock.
The lingering fog hides the features of the surrounding area. We can only surmise that this beach is hemmed in by the sea and the towering cliffs of the mainland, and hence the beach itself is our only available pathway.
Every so often the fog rises and we see ships in the distance.