Chapter 2His heart heavy, Joshua sloshed through what was now a field of mud and silt that had once been neat little gardens. Looking over toward the row of battered baches, he sighed and shook his head. Some of the more robustly constructed properties still stood and looked fairly sound.
A couple of buildings at the far end of the row clearly missed the ocean’s more destructive power—purely by the sea’s own capriciousness—and a few had lost roofs or walls and were open to the elements.
All had been flooded up to a couple of feet. Sand and debris, as well as mud and silt, covered the floors. No one was going to continue their holidays in these baches, or be able to stay in them any time soon.
Movement caught his eye and Joshua stopped to look along the baches. Sure enough, someone had i
