After a while, Algy picked himself up, dusted himself off, and made his way safely onto the tiny beach which is only exposed at low tide. Resting against a mound of seaweed, low down out of the worst of the wind, he listened to the many sounds of the sea and the plaintive cries of the seabirds wheeling low over the water.

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