Looking skywards before deciding your path you realize it is about to rain, not cherishing the idea of being stuck on the beach in the rain you make your way towards the caves you can see in the distance. Scrambling over rocks as you head north you spot what appears to be a small hut made from the local plant life, branches have been woven to form a canopy style roof over the small structure. It sits atop the cliffs you are walking towards, so you can head on up to it if you want or keep moving towards the caves. To late you notice that the rock you are about to stand on is loose and you slip, grumbling to yourself about getting distracted you have a look at the damage, your leg has been gashed by a rock and is bleeding quite severely, tearing off the bottom of your tank top you wrap the wound tight, and pause to catch your breath. Examining the cliffs you see that the path up to the small hut is a sort of half path half climb up the cliff face, not sure not what to do you contemplate your decisions. |