Chapter 3
The storm, as they usually did, had passed by morning. With the sun shining brightly in a vivid blue sky, the sea returned to its usual calm state, and seagulls wheeling casually overhead, it might have been impossible to believe that hours earlier the island had suffered the onslaught of an intense tropical storm. Impossible, that is, until one cast their eyes a little lower. The scale of the devastation would immediately convince any doubters that some great catastrophe had indeed befallen the island.
“Is it bad?” asked Edgar from the back of the cave.
Lucien kicked some dirt over the smoking coals of the fire and returned to the mouth of the cave. “Let’s go down and take a look.”
Going down the slope was infinitely easier than it had been climbing up. He arrived at the bot
