Under the cover of night, Hastiand climbed over the lip of the rock outcropping, keeping a cautious eye out as he did. He had spent most of the previous night floating out on the water, kicking only enough to maintain a steady distance from shore. At daybreak, he returned to the beach. With little sleep and tired muscles, Hastiand desperately needed rest.
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