Once Tom had comforted Ursula and convinced her that there was still a hint of hope, they began discussing alternative methods of reaching the island. The only way by foot was along the bridge, which was far too risky now.
“We will need to cross the water somehow...” Tom leaned back on his elbows and looked across the Strelasund, the sound between the mainland and Rügen. The evening sun was hanging low on the horizon, casting a golden glow across the water. The island of Rügen rose from the sea, so near and yet so far. He sighed deeply.
Ursula got the idea that he was yearning for a much bigger island as he looked westward into the sun.
“It’s too far to swim, we’d drown. Besides, if we arrived on the other side sopping wet, it would raise suspicion.” Ursula murmured. She knew how to swi
