Snippet #2492846

Crombie had exited through the door to the outside. He shivered immediately from the rush of wind down his neck, and the mist of the water. It as a beach! At last, something he could identify with. He smiled faintly, he loved the beach. He loved the wind, the smell, and the sand. He stood and admired the feeling of the breeze, but it wasn't long until he heard a rustle and nearly jumped out of his skin. After that, he got himself going. His cane jumped from left to right hitting brush and rocks off to the sides. From what he could tell he was on a narrow path leading to what he hoped was a clearing.

The path began to slope and he stumbled over rocks imbedded in the dirt beneath him. He caught himself on a tree, his cheeks flushed, praying there was no one was around to see. Crombie grumbled at his cane, though he had to be grateful, he could have been without it.

He heard the bobbing of what sounded like driftwood and other objects in the distance, he wasn't far from shore. He eventually continued by inching his way down the small hill, and pretty much the rest of his walk, running his cane along the ground thoroughly this time. Soon, his shoes sank into sand and he sighed. Maybe the beach would make his captivity a little more bearable. The shore was littered with weeds, wood and other things he couldn't identify. He kept walking until the sand was damp, and then Crombie just stood.

He was visible for nearly anyone to see, and he was sure many people were out here, but he just didn't care. He was frustrated and uncertain, so he just stood and stared at what he could only imagine. It could have been a chaotic sight, it probably was, but in his mind it was still picturesque.