"As the sun started to rise, its rays glistened on the surface of the sea, creating an image more likely in a painting than in reality. The howling winds had ebbed away to a mere gentle breeze which ushered a small handful of clouds lazily across the wide open sky. The only sound now was the cry of a Great Shearwater which echoed across the desolation as it wheeled high overhead.
What a pretty place to die."
What a pretty place to die."