I reached the beginnings of sand and breathed in the sea air. While I got further in, something in it made me tingle inside. Almost like a really faint electric shock.
As I went to the water’s edge, I suddenly felt bright and cheery. Something urged me to swim far away and keep swimming! I looked left then right and notice a deserted harbour further up. I’ll go check it out.
I turned to the right and carried on walking. It’s so quiet. Not even a breeze. I looked down and saw that the sand was pure. There were no broken shells, or footprints (except mine) or any kind of waste. What happened to the other man’s footprints? I look up and stopped. There, in front of me, was the hut. It was rectangular and old. The door was rusty and only one window overlooked the sea. I turned and saw the harbour right in front. There was only one boat there. It looks eerie, just bobbing away by itself. I took a few steps forward and reached the prow of the boat. The same unseen force that I experienced a few minutes earlier, urged me again. It’s trying to make me go on the boat and row away from here. I wanted to see what it was like. What harm can it do?
I pushed my foot forward and brought it down on the boat.
“NO!” A gruff voice penetrated my mind.
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Dolphin Island
Teen FictionClare has always felt just a little different. So when her and her family move to Selsey, why is she immediately attracted to the beach? And, more importantly, why is it deserted, it's only inhabitant an old man prone to disappearing?
