At long last we found a way up off of the beach.
It was during one of our down times. Elijah sat facing the ocean while communing with the One. I found a rivulet that sank into the sand before reaching the sea and followed it back in hopes that it would lead to an opening in the cliff wall. Or perhaps even a valley that could carry us into the interior.
Instead its source was a pool at the foot of the rock wall, fed by a waterfall down its face.
And running parallel to it was a rickety stairway structure. I clambered to the top and there, sitting abandoned was a lovely villa.
I ran to fetch Elijah.