Looking up at the sky you decide it’s not safe to climb the cliffs right now and that you should take cover inside of the caves. At least there you’ll be dry.
Not wanting to be gourd by the rocks again you make sure you take it easy and slowly work your way across the rocks towards the cave. The barnacles on the rocks are sharp and hard against your hands as you half walk half crawl towards the cave mouth. But before too long your there, the air here is cool and has a pleasant salty tang to it, the winds begin to pick up outside and you feel it would be safer further inside the cave. Relaxing back from the entrance you watch as the waves pound at the mouth and the wind roars. Quickly you notice that the tide is coming in, and you wonder how deep the cave is. Briefly you contemplate wading your way through the water back to the beach just in case the cave is not deep enough, but are quickly deterred when a piece of drift wood nearly the size of your old plane slams itself into the rocks shattering. The water continues to rise slowly and it’s advance starts to worry you, heading even further into the cave you start to hear some rasping sounds deep inside it’s bowels. The water is not abating and you must again make a decision based one the limited knowledge you possess. If only you could read the future you think to yourself as you…
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