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bijou stood along the wrack line, peering out across glittering waves.

in the distance stood an island. hale as she was, she would not brave the current to investigate. by judging the barely-visible moon, and the way the water bounded high above the water, bijou estimated it might be several hours before low tide.

if she waited, she suspected she'd find a temporary strait. with nothing to do but wait for the tide to recede, bijou studied gulls that came and went in small droves along the shore.