Wheeling Gull Isle belief

it was hunter mo who came across him.

morning prayers placed on pause, but he found he did not mind. nor would God mind, he imagined. the heavens did not operate on a schedule and this was a moment to do good anyway.

come, he beckoned the boy closer with a soft sweeping motion of his head.

tell me what you see, mo.

spoken just barely over the crashing waves.