As dawn broke, Eric stirred from a sleep that was never really restful. They had gone up to the cliffs again last night, fearing that if they slept on the beach there would be wild animals. Adora was still asleep, her breathing regular in the cold morning air. Eric got up slowly, trying not to wake her, and walked to the edge of the cliff gap.
His eyes were immediately drawn to the beach below. There, stranded among the rocks, was a small off-white boat. It bobbed gently, occasionally bumping against the rocks as the waves pushed it along.
"Adora," she whispered, shaking the girl gently by the shoulder. "Wake up. Look at that."
Adora opened her eyes, still half-asleep. But as soon as she looked in the direction Eric was pointing, her eyes immediately opened wide.
"That ship, from wher
