Wheeling Gull Isle but i just can't believe him

miseria was caught unawares when father batholomew called on her, but she scrambled to her feet and dashed to the fields to put together a small bundle, and a hare from a cache on the way towards the shore.
the waves licked the edges of the beach, miseria always found them greedy and wanting. it seemed they had spit something out for all its gluttony.
"hi," she whispered softly as she trotted beside the priest and set down the gifts. she answered at his kind, hooded gaze, then to the mariner.