Wheeling Gull Isle the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking

The girl did not know where her mother was, nor where she herself was. Fear laced her every move, the booming sky enough to curl the child into a small ball. She found herself tucked underneath a small overhang in the cliffside. Her pitiful crys were washed out by the noise of the tossing sea, her trembles blurred by the pounding rain. She was afraid, but knew that it would end - soon.