To The Lonely Seas And The Sky -- Part 19b
Oh goodness. Is this a crisis we're finally reaching here? And after nearly 9 months of this, you thought I'd never get there. Well, that makes two of us. Enjoy the oft-edited installment that will leave you asking, "Why the hell did she stop there of all places?!" The answer to which being, because I can, of course!
In that brief split-second of light, there had been a hand in the surf, desperately grasping for the shore. A formless body rolled violently, dimly silhouetted in the shifting whitecaps. The hand stretched out, reaching for the safety of the sand, but the surf was going out, and it swallowed the struggling unfortunate back down its thirsty, aqueous throat.
Liesl stopped pulling at Ellie immediately, following her sister's gaze and outstretched finger. She saw nothing, but that was hardly a novelty. She looked back to Ellie, uncertain. Has she spotted an ill-fated sailor? She has unparalleled eyesight. Liesl mused, her mind racing. Perhaps she's only seen a piece of timber from that ship. Samuel himself has often seen fragments of ships on the sandbars, mistaking them for men. And look at her eyes--she looks perfectly wild. Has that secret finally taken her in? After all these years, has she lost her mind?Last edit by AN Admin Team on Feb 20, '17
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