The miniature mountain sat just off the coast of ivory beach. The many protruding rocks makes any on lookers want to climb. Desmond sat parallel to the mountain on the beach, lazily draging a stick through the sand.
Lucy and Rebecca went to get supplies for the next movement leaving Shaun and him to watch the van. But since Shaun went on a power walk sometime ago, Desmond was left all alone.
The sun was high, and the spray of the sea was refreshing to Desmond in the humid climate. He looked back to the mountain and daydreamt of naval battles and of ghostships. Most importantly, he dreamt of revolutions under the New England sun...