"Finally" he said to himself. "I am free!"
He looked at the setting sun as he walked slowly on the quiet beach. His eyes amazed at the extravegent sight in front of him, it looked as though the blues and the yellows and the oranges are all fighting for area as sun tried to decend downward to call it a night. His hair swirling noticably due to the strong wind currents he was walking against. His bare feet crummed in sand, leaving behind their trail. His hands trying continouosly to sheild his upper torso against the cool breeze by the two wing-like pieces of his buttonless shirt his mother had so lovingly webbed for him last year. Despite the setting sun and the falling degrees, the thought of his mother nurtured a warm feeling within him. he looked back over his shoulder to measure how far he had come since his raft landed. He could see a brown line far away. He stopped for a moment, analyzed the distance he has travelled.
"This must be it" He though.
He looked away from the sea at his right to the shore at the other hand. A miniature "mountain-like" rocky range was about to finish. He almost tripped on a small stone as he walked briskly towards the rocks. His mind racing furiously trying to remember the petty yet important details his brother had given him regarding the stuff he had stashed for himself years ago when his people were free. Light was vanishing rapidly, he had to be extra-vigilant if he wanted to have any chance of finding the "crossed" rock...