The sea glittered in the warm sunlight.
I sat upon the sandy shore as I slipped my leather boot off, shaking out a portion of sand.
Later that day, I chose to brave the shallows of this desert island once more to drag a few more barrels into the sandy shores so I might break it open and examine its contents in the hopes of finding something still edible and untouched by the surf. But sadly, there was nothing aside from sodden bread and moldy salty meat, its foul aroma permeating the air and nearly causing me to gag. I pushed it back into the water, having no reason to believe that any of the other barrels that bobbed in the water close to shore contained anything better as I turned away.
Not that I was desperate for food for the time being, for what I had already salvaged for myself would tide me by for many days to come. And it twas all stored beneath my small shelter, crafted from bed sheets and broken boards.
Zavier looked up from his journal, raising an eyebrow as he heard th