Wheeling Gull Isle luson

Oh, she murmured, gazing at the pile Heda had collected.

She then turned her attention to the churning sea, eyes narrowing to catch the shades amid the churning waters. She thought she caught a glimpse of dark amid the brightness and ducked down, feeling the sea roar against her ears and nose and—

Lurched her head up, shell clenched between her teeth; she placed it down, looking, and—

Oh, it's dark! Blueberry exclaimed. Like you said! She began to try and pry at the clam's mouth, hoping to open it.

rolled for success!