A tantalizing sight within our prospect, the island’s port city in its glass and steel grandeur, but at the same time we are sobered by the zig-zagging coastline between us and it. It goes on forever and ever.
I take the opportunity here and there to push in off of the beach to look for any means by which to scale to the heights above us.
I returned from one such foray to an excited Elijah. He had spotted a ship underway off the coast. A ship that he is certain is the one that carried us across the other ocean.
It seems more important than ever that we find a way up the cliffs that hem us in.