After the squall had passed, a man came down to the shore. Slightly built, waifish almost, with a strong aquiline nose and cheekbones as defined as the cliffs above. Dark straight hair pulled back from his face and tied in a sloppy ponytail that hung down his back, strands of it wisping around his face, softening his features. His dark eyes stormed like the sea, and there was a restless energy about him that piqued Dere’s interest.
Though he wore a flannel shirt and jeans, the baggy clothing accentuated the narrow jut of his hips, his lanky arms, his narrow chest. He carried a pad of paper whose pages fluttered in the stiff breeze that blew in from the sea, and he picked his way among the driftwood and sea trash until he found a spot that suited him. Dropping to the sand, he raised one kn
