As the waves crashed on the rocky strewn shore , the wind blew and salt dispersed all around. The salty taste in the air may have proved useful but the dampness and violent nature could have betrayed the destruction littering this small cove.
Wreckage including crates, barrels , and items that could only be the parts of what had once been a seagoing vessel were splintered up and down the rough shore line of the cove. No life could be seen other than a swooping gull , that was not swooping too well in the adverse conditions and seemingly barreled away not of his own accord.
The destruction was nothing out of the norm for a savage coastline and conditions that did not support life. One corpse and some rags could be seen as another gull picked at this and decided better of it, as it launched into the air it was blown sideways as it struggled to gain the momentum to reach into the air and the swirling sky beyond.
The corpse rolled as a wave washed over it what a disappointing scene the bloated object came to rest with one arm pointing into the air, a poor display and sad end to one of many poor souls who must have died in this wreck.
Nothing to see here ...
The rags moved as an outstretched arm could be seen clawed and scooped a handful of sand. Maybe hope existed still and this savage place had not claimed the victory it thought.
Hope .... ( to be continued)
