Prompt four: What do they uncover?
Digging through the sand, sweeping the beach with her gaze, and wandering back and forth, Allison couldn't find a whole lot of stuff still usable. Loads of tiny metals bits, sure. She could also pick those up to make sure no critter or beach dweller stepped on them, which was good. Same thing for glass, and some pieces of wood. But... nothing usable.
Sighing a sigh of defeat, she turned around to go back along the beach, again, looking for ANYTHING that could be of use, when her foot snagged on something. Down she went, face first, into the sand. It took a minute for her to muster the mental energy to even get up and get her face out of the sand again, such was her resignation to her cursed luck. Getting up and turning around, she was dead set on chewing out whatever inanimate object had tripped her up. What her eyes actually told her was in the sand made her stop, however.
A tiny statue. She had tripped in the head of a tiny statue, buried in the sand. It didn't look like any of the typically gaudy statues on the cruise either, or a souvenir. Curious, she picked it up and looked at it. It looked like... a monkey perhaps? It had tiny horns and sharp teeth, with some wicked claws too... oh dear. She best leave something alone, to be honest, but... perhaps some of the island natives could shed some light on this weirdo. Allison pocketed the strange statue, and kept sweeping the beach.
Digging through the sand, sweeping the beach with her gaze, and wandering back and forth, Allison couldn't find a whole lot of stuff still usable. Loads of tiny metals bits, sure. She could also pick those up to make sure no critter or beach dweller stepped on them, which was good. Same thing for glass, and some pieces of wood. But... nothing usable.
Sighing a sigh of defeat, she turned around to go back along the beach, again, looking for ANYTHING that could be of use, when her foot snagged on something. Down she went, face first, into the sand. It took a minute for her to muster the mental energy to even get up and get her face out of the sand again, such was her resignation to her cursed luck. Getting up and turning around, she was dead set on chewing out whatever inanimate object had tripped her up. What her eyes actually told her was in the sand made her stop, however.
A tiny statue. She had tripped in the head of a tiny statue, buried in the sand. It didn't look like any of the typically gaudy statues on the cruise either, or a souvenir. Curious, she picked it up and looked at it. It looked like... a monkey perhaps? It had tiny horns and sharp teeth, with some wicked claws too... oh dear. She best leave something alone, to be honest, but... perhaps some of the island natives could shed some light on this weirdo. Allison pocketed the strange statue, and kept sweeping the beach.