Exploring along the coastline is pretty easy going. Well, easier than climbing the mountains or blazing a trail through the jungles at least. Turns out it's more rewarding too.

After what seems like hardly any time at all Sawyer comes across a small secluded cove and a boat that someone has hidden away there. It's not just a raft or a little sail boat either, this is a wooden, three-masted, serious ship. He's pretty sure he knows who it belongs to too. "I knew she was up to something."

He doesn't see the pirate anywhere around, so he climbs the rope ladder and pulls himself up onto the deck of Anamaria's pretty little ship. May as well take a look around.

An eerie calm seemed to have settled over Where. There had been no new arrivals for more than a week, no mysterious happenings, nothing. At first the quiet had been a nice change, but now it was really starting to bother Sawyer. With nothing to do and nowhere to go he'd been left alone with his thoughts and he quickly realized that his thoughts weren't very pleasant company. He needed to do something.

He leaves the inn, determined to find some sort of distraction, and after walking for a while he finds himself at the beach, staring out at the water. It isn't exactly doing something, but at least it's a change of scenery and the pounding waves provide some welcome background noise.

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