He searched eagerly, feverishly in the matted grass, and soon had a dozen great nuts piled at the edge of the wood.

Then he renewed his search for the water that must keep life in their famished bodies.
The lapping of waves grew louder as he pushed his way through the trees, and a moment later he narrowly escaped plunging into the waters of the shimmering little bay.

The coast was semicircular in shape, rising high and black to his left, running low and green to his right.

Not one hundred feet to the left were the first signs of the rocky promontory, small, jagged boulders standing like a picket line before the grout mass beyond.

Along the rocky side of the wall, sonic distance away, he saw an overhanging shelf of dark gray stone, protruding over the natural floor beneath.