“Look!”
“What?”
“Can you see it?”
“See what?”
“Over there.”
She followed the line of his pointed finger.
Out on the water she could see a ship, a pirate flag jet black against the bright blue sky, faint cries rich with rum carrying on the wind.
In the sky one of the few clouds began to split into multiples of itself, a Chinese dragon dance unfolding before them.
On the ground the sand began to ripple, small sprites emerging and erupting into giggles before turning and running into the sea’s foam.
“Did you see it?”
“I saw it all.”
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