VOLUME FIVE – PART 2
Chapter 1 – White heart
The lapping waves of the sea on the shore, under a night's sky animated by clouds and the moonlight piercing through it. A shorter beach than he was used to – and angrier waves than he'd seen before. A riptide greedy enough to gobble up half of the surface sand with every receding wave.
Messy footprints in that same sand, and handprints too. Evidence of frantic activity. The sea had worked with him, to conceal the worst of it, as he splashed through the shadows, and ruined his fine clothing with salt water.
It mattered not. He cast away his coat, then he cast away his boots, and he cast away his shirt, until nothing remained save for his three-quarter trousers, and a hard frown on his face.
