The Cove
by Kathleen M. Fischer (2000)
Genres: Romance
Slice of life


action: %
response: [ For information about this game, type ABOUT. ]

"That'll be twenty five cents, Miss," says the driver as he helps you down from the carriage. You hand him a quarter and two nickels.

"Mighty lonely out here this time of year," he continues, slipping the coins into his coat pocket. "Are you sure you won't be wanting me to stick around? I'd hate to see such a fine young lady get herself stranded, especially with that storm blowin' in."

"Thank you, but I'll be fine," you assure him. "My fiance...," you start, then look away, unable to finish the lie.

"Ah, I see," he chuckles. "Well, then I wish you a pleasant afternoon. Just keep your eye on those clouds, ya hear?" Grinning broadly, he jumps up into the driver's box and releases the brake. Then with a flick of the reins he sends the carriage lurching forward, back down the rutted road between the cypress trees.

Finally, you're alone.



High above the surf, Rocky Point offers a sweeping view of the western sea. From this lofty vantage point, looking south across a narrow strip of sand, you can clearly see the fractured granite cliffs that back the small cove below. To the north, the rugged coastline is dotted with offshore rocks and barren beaches, swept clear of sand by winter storms.

Turning toward the sea, you take a moment to soak up the last few rays of sunlight before the clouds roll in.
action: About yourself
response: You didn't mean to come here. You had packed your bags and donned your best dress, fully intending to uphold your end of the bargain. When the coach arrived and you stepped on board, you were actually looking forward to the journey. A chance to see new things, new people, a new land.

So how did you end up here, high on this cliff, miles from the train station, at a place you hadn't thought about in years? You shake your head in amazement, the answer still eluding you.

You find your mind drifting back over old memories of this place.
action: You remember
response: When was the last time you where here? It must be going on six years now. You remember everything about that day; how lovely it was in the morning, how clear the skies and sea were, how much you had been looking foward to it. A tear forms in the corner of your eye only to be whisked away by a sudden gust of wind. If only memories could be as easily removed.

A flock of sea gulls flies over the point and alights on the beach below.
action: You examine the cliff
response: Rising sixty feet above the sea, the cliffs are formed from heavily fractured granite. Though nearly vertical is most places, a small portion to the south has crumbled away, creating a narrow but walkable route down to the beach.

A flock of sea gulls flies over the point and alights on the beach below.
action: Exits
response: There are exits to the south, to the east, to the southeast, and down.
action: You examine the sand
response: Smooth and pale, it starts at the base of the cliffs and descends gradually into the sea. A darker shading marks the water line, which is quite low right now.

A flock of sea gulls rises from the beach, circle the cove once, then head out to sea.
action: You examine the sea
response: In deeper waters, outside the cove, the sea is a deep, rich blue that sparkles in the sunlight. But in the shallows, as the waves curl toward the shore, it abruptly changes to a pale translucent green and is covered in a fine netting of foam.
action: You examine the foam
response: The foam varies from tracings as fine as spiders web, to heavy patches completely obscuring the water underneath.
action: You examine the cove
response: Tucked between two granite headlands, the cove sports a gently sloping beach and crystal clear water. Small shore birds follow the surf up and down the sand. Further out, in deeper water, you can just make out a sea otter bobbing in a raft of kelp.

Though a favorite spot for small fishing boats that come here seeking abalone, the cove is completely deserted now. Perhaps the oncoming storm has sent the fishermen back to the safety of their docks.

A flock of sea gulls flies over the point and alights on the beach below.
action: You examine the otter
response: It is too far away to see clearly.

A flock of sea gulls rises from the beach, circle the cove once, then head out to sea.
action: You look at the otter
response: It is too far away to see clearly.

A flock of sea gulls rises from the beach and flies off into the clouds.
action: You check what you're carrying
response: You are carrying a purse. You are wearing an engagement ring, a silk dress, a pair of shoes and a pair of stockings.

A flock of sea gulls rises from the beach, circle the cove once, then head out to sea.
action: You enjoy the view
response: The view is always breathtaking here, but with the heavy clouds of the approaching storm providing a dark backdrop to the sun-drenched cliffs, you find it even more striking. Then again, perhaps you simply need it to be at its best this day.

As you continue to gaze out at the sea, you find yourself wondering if England can lay claim to any place quite like this, then quickly chase the thought from your mind. All too soon you will find out, and there is little point wasting this day worrying about another.
action: Go downwards
response: Lifting your skirt, you start down the cliffs, but find the soles of your shoes too slippery to make a safe descent.
action: You take off the shoes
response: You take off your shoes and stockings, setting them aside.
action: Go downward
response: Lifting your skirt, you carefully pick your way down to the beach below.

Stepping out onto the sand, you are immediately hit with a rush of memories; memories of time spent clambering over these rocks, of splashing in the water, and of being here with Jason. You shut your eyes and for an instant you can almost touch the past, hold it close, be part of it again, and then it's gone.

Opening your eyes, you wrap your arms around yourself and squint out toward the sea.

Surrounded by granite cliffs on three sides, this narrow strip of sand curves from north to south and faces a small cove to the west. With the tide this low, a marine terrace to the southwest lies exposed and accessible, though currently occupied by a large sea lion. To the north, the sea has dug a narrow, twisting tunnel through the headland.

Long ribbons of seaweed strewn across the shore mark the leading edge of the surf at a quarter of the way up the beach. Additional clumps, dried and full of sand, lie tangled amongst the rocks at the base of the cliffs -- a warning of the sea's intentions.

A long, slender piece of driftwood lies half buried in the sand.

A plover hurries by, ignoring you completely.
action: You examine plover
response: The small white birds with their crisp brown markings follow the water up and down the beach, pecking at the sand.

The sea lion pulls a hind flipper up and lazily scratches his side. A sea otter pops up amongst the kelp, and sets to work grooming its fur. A flock of sea gulls rises from the beach, circle the cove once, then head out to sea.
action: You examine the lion
response: The male sea lion is basking in the sun on the exposed marine terrace. Resting on his front flippers with hind ones dangling over the edge of the rock, he points his nose skyward as if to show off his impressive mane of fur. Fully seven feet long and well over 600 pounds, he is definitly not an animal to trifle with.

The sea otter slips below the surface of the sea.
action: You wave at lion
response: You look around but are unable to find that which you seek.
action: Twirl moustache
response: You mutter something incomprehensible.
action: You look at the wood
response: Six feet long and weathered to a pale gray, the piece of driftwood probably started life as a cypress branch.

The sea lion pulls a hind flipper up and lazily scratches his side. The sea otter pops up amongst the kelp with a spiny sea urchin held tight between its paws. Using its stomach as a table, it quickly consumes its bristly meal then rolls over once to clear away the remains.
action: You take the wood
response: You pull the driftwood out of the sand.
action: You check your inventory
response: You are carrying a piece of driftwood and a purse. You are wearing an engagement ring and a silk dress.

As a wave passes by, the sea lion raises his rear flippers just high enough to keep them dry, then lowers them again. The sea otter rolls over once, and goes back to work grooming its fur. Sea gulls float by on the breeze, their wing tips within inches of each other.
action: You look at the ring
response: A shining band of gold. It bears the inscription "EL & AK - 1876". You spin it nervously about your finger, unaccustomed to its weight and feel.

The sea otter swipes a thick, furry paw over its stubby furry face.
action: You give the ring to the otter
response: The sea otter doesn't seem interested.

The sea lion swings his head around to gaze at you with large brown eyes. Unimpressed, he soon returns to his nap. A flock of sea gulls rises from the beach, circle the cove once, then head out to sea. A few small plovers scurry up the beach, just in front of the the next wave.
action: You examine the wod
response: You look around but are unable to find that which you seek.
action: You examine the wood
response: Six feet long and weathered to a pale gray, the piece of driftwood probably started life as a cypress branch.

The sea lion pulls a hind flipper up and lazily scratches his side. Plovers follow the water up and down the beach, pecking at the sand.
action: Swing the wood
response: You look around, but can find nothing worth swinging.

The sea otter ruffles through the fur on its tummy. A few small plovers scurry up the beach, just in front of the the next wave.
action: You hit otter with the wood
response: After a moments thought you realize the sea otter is too far away.

Plovers follow the water up and down the beach, pecking at the sand.
action: You throw the wood at the otter
response: After a moments thought you realize the sea otter is too far away.

The sea otter slips below the surface of the sea.
action: You drift on the driftwoo
response: You mutter something incomprehensible.

You mutter something incomprehensible.
action: You enter the cave
response: You mumble something incomprehensible...
action: Go southwest
response: As you start toward the terrace, the sea lion lumbers to the edge of the rock and dives into the water. Surfacing again some distance from his former roost he barks his disapproval, then disappears into the sea. You stand there on the beach for several moments, staring out across the cove, but he does not resurface.

Turning your attention back to the terrace, you walk out across the sand bar, exposed by the low tide, and clamber up onto the rock.

Standing in the lee of the southern cliffs, this narrow shelf of pitted rock has been exposed by the low tide and contains numerous tide pools large and small. Though the beach is still accessible to the east, the rest of the terrace is surrounded by sea.

A wave strikes the western edge, showering that portion of the rock with a heavy spray that replenishes the tide pools.

The leading edge of the storm clouds reaches the cove, blotting out the sun.
action: You look at the pools
response: You crouch down and peer into the closest one. Though its opening is no larger than a dinner plate, it is surprisingly deep, with many nooks and crannies for small creatures to hide in. Near the bottom are several sea anemones clustered together like undersea flowers, and a spiney sea urchin. Closer to the surface of the pool is a small clump of mussels and an assortment of limpets. Clinging to the side of the rock is an orange sea star.

A flock of sea gulls flies over the point and alights on the beach below.
action: You look at the star
response: It has five fat legs and a central core nearly as wide as your palm.

Sea gulls float by on the breeze, their wing tips within inches of each other.
action: You get star
response: You pull the sea star off the rocks and hold it gently in your hand.
action: Examine
response: What do you want to examine?
action: Look around
response: Standing in the lee of the southern cliffs, this narrow shelf of pitted rock has been exposed by the low tide and contains numerous tide pools large and small. Though the beach is still accessible to the east, the rest of the terrace is surrounded by sea.

A wave strikes the western edge, showering that portion of the rock with a heavy spray that replenishes the tide pools.

A flock of sea gulls flies over the point and alights on the beach below.
action: You remember
response: This was always one of your favorite spots, especially on a hot day when the spray was always quite refreshing.
action: You feel the spray
response: You feel nothing unexpected.

A sea gull's strident call echos off the cliffs.
action: You go east
response: You find it impossible to safely climb down the rocks while cradling the sea star in your hands.

The sea otter pops up amongst the kelp with a spiny sea urchin held tight between its paws. Using its stomach as a table, it quickly consumes its bristly meal then rolls over once to clear away the remains. A sea gull's strident call echos off the cliffs.
action: You drop star
response: You toss the sea star into the sea, where it quickly sinks below the surface.

The sea otter swipes a thick, furry paw over its stubby furry face. A sea gull's strident call echos off the cliffs.
action: You go to the east
response: You climb over the edge and scramble across the sandbar to the beach, apparently just in time as a particularly large wave crashes into the terrace sending a foot of water shooting all the way across its surface.

Surrounded by cliffs on three sides, this narrow strip of sand curves from north to south and faces a small cove to the west. With the tide half in, the marine terrace to the southwest is beginning to take on water. To the north, the sea has dug a narrow, twisting tunnel through the headland.

Long ribbons of seaweed strewn across the shore mark the leading edge of the surf at about half way up the beach. Additional clumps, dried and full of sand, lie tangled amongst the rocks at the base of the cliffs; a warning of the sea's intentions.

The clouds close ranks overhead, blotting out the sun completely and turning the sea from blue to gray. Outside the cove the wind is beginning to kick up whitecaps and push the swells up even further up the shore.
action: You take the seaweed
response: You can't actually bring yourself to touch the rotting seaweed.

The sea otter ruffles through the fur on its tummy.
action: Hi
response: The sea otter ignores you completely.

You hear, more than feel, the first few hesitant drops of rain as they strike against the stones and create tiny craters in the sand. Moments later the storm catches its stride and it begins to rain in earnest.
action: You go south
response: After a moments thought, you realize that you can't go that way.

You turn your face aside in a futile attempt to avoid the rain.
action: You check your inventory
response: You are carrying a piece of driftwood and a purse. You are wearing an engagement ring and a silk dress.

You pass your hands over your face to clear the rain away.
action: You remove dress
response: As you go to remove the silk dress, a chilling wind causes you to think better of it.

The rain runs down your neck in rivulets.
action: You hold the purse over the head
response: Your voice trails off after saying you were wanting to hold the purse.
action: You throw the ring in the sea
response: (first taking it off)

You stare at the ring, suprised to find yourself reluctant to remove it. It's not like it means anything to you, not really. In fact, you hardly know the gentleman to whom it holds you bound. Still, as it is a costly thing, far more than you can afford to replace at the moment, and as you have little doubt that its true owner would expect every last penny of it reimbursed, you decide to leave it where it is.

You turn your face aside in a futile attempt to avoid the rain.
action: Open purse
response: You loosen the shimmering gold cord, opening the purse. Inside the open purse you see a faded white rose bud.

You turn your face aside in a futile attempt to avoid the rain.
action: You look at the bud
response: It was as white as snow when you slipped it from the bouquet six years ago, though it soon dried to a dingy yellow brown and became so brittle that you had to tuck it away in a cigar box for safe keeping. There it laid, alone and forgotten, until today when you pulled it out and placed it in your purse, unwilling to leave it behind, no room remaining to put it anywhere else.

You turn your face aside in a futile attempt to avoid the rain.
action: Look around
response: Surrounded by cliffs on three sides, this narrow strip of sand curves from north to south and faces a small cove to the west. With the tide half in, the marine terrace to the southwest is beginning to take on water. To the north, the sea has dug a narrow, twisting tunnel through the headland.

Long ribbons of seaweed strewn across the shore mark the leading edge of the surf at about half way up the beach. Additional clumps, dried and full of sand, lie tangled amongst the rocks at the base of the cliffs; a warning of the sea's intentions.

The rain runs down your neck in rivulets.
action: Go west
response: Gathering up your skirt, you walk down the beach and gingerly step into the sea. Unfortunately it's quite cold and your ankles immediately start to ache. So after giving a few kicks in the water for old time's sake, you find you are forced to retreat back up to dry sand.

You turn your face aside in a futile attempt to avoid the rain.
action: You go north
response: You glance at the tunnel's entrance, narrow and twisting with a low ceiling, and conclude the piece of driftwood is simply too big to fit through it.

The rain runs down your neck in rivulets.
action: You drop the wood
response: You drop the driftwood on the ground.

You turn your face aside in a futile attempt to avoid the rain.
action: Go north
response: You eye the still dry tunnel nervously. Carved by wind and waves, the sea tunnel burrows through the headland about half the way up the beach. It is unreachable when the tide is high, both to those wanting in... and out. And in your childhood dreams you often found yourself trapped inside as the waves grew ever higher, your screams for help being carried out to sea. Moments later the water would come rushing through the tunnel and do the same to you.

You  glance up at the clouds. Though it's pouring rain now, it seems the clouds are thinning to the west. Perhaps this will all blow over soon, but until it does there is nowhere else dry to go. So summoning your courage, you dash between the waves, scramble up the rocks, and enter the tunnel.

The narrow opening of the sea tunnel looks southward across the beach and to the granite cliffs beyond. From here, by craning your head around the rocks to the east, you are just able to make out the tips of the cypress trees, looking like ghostly shadows as the clouds pass by.

Waves rolling in from the west tumble over the rocks below, sending up a heavy shower of spray and then move on.

After a few moments it becomes clear that this spot offers little in the way of protection from the driving rain, and the cold sea spray is actually making things worse. As fears of the past are swept away by the realities of the present, you make your way further into the tunnel, squeezing past its narrowest point, then hurrying on to the northern end.

The tunnel ends abruptly here, its rocky floor falling sharply away to the pounding sea. Wide gaps in the stones above allow in just enough light to clearly see the masses of barnacles clustered around fissures in the stones and the slippery green algae on the tunnel floor that makes the footing treacherous.

Near the opening, half covered in algae, is a flattened stone standing somewhat apart from the rest.
action: You look at the stone
response: You scrap off the algae from the flattened stone, revealing a heavily eroded outline of a heart cut into the rock. Inside the heart, carved in a childish hand, is the faded inscription "JS & AK". A lump forms in your throat and you swallow hard, trying in vain to shut your mind on old memories, still painful to recall.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air. You watch as the rest of the wave continues its course toward the coast, past jagged offshore rocks jutting up from the sea, only to die upon the barren shore.
action: Inventory
response: You are carrying a purse (which is open), inside which is a faded white rose bud. You are wearing an engagement ring and a silk dress.

The skies open up and it begins to pour, sending water streaming down the sides of the tunnel and splattering against you no matter where you stand.
action: You remember
response: You remember back to the last time you were here, six long years ago. It seems like yesterday. You almost expect to see Jason come running through the tunnel, hair tossled by the wind. "Hey Amy," he would say, "look what I found!" Then he'd open his hand and show you some small treasure from the sea. They were worthless, they were beautiful, and they always made you smile. He always made you smile.
action: You climb
response: What do you want to climb?
action: You climb the rocks
response: You curl your fingers around the pitted stone and start a slow ascent of the rock wall. But after just a foot or two you find yourself out of hand holds, with the rock curving ever more over your head. You hang there for a moment, fingers aching, then drop back down to the tunnel floor.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air.
action: You touch the barnacles
response: You find the larger scales near the end of the barnacle to be smooth to the touch, but the stalk is covered in tiny spines.
action: You look around
response: The tunnel ends abruptly here, its rocky floor falling sharply away to the pounding sea. Wide gaps in the stones above allow in just enough light to clearly see the masses of barnacles clustered around fissures in the stones and the slippery green algae on the tunnel floor that makes the footing treacherous.

Near the opening is a flattened stone standing somewhat apart from the rest.
action: You examine the algae
response: Mostly deep green, though some patches are nearly black while others are a deep shade of red.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air.
action: You go downward
response: You examine the ground closely, finding it perfectly solid and quite impenetrable.
action: You take the flat rock
response: Your voice trails off after saying you were wanting to take the flattened stone.
action: You take flat
response: You find the flattened stone to be one with the tunnel.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air.
action: You go south
response: Holding your breath, you turn sideways and squeeze past the tunnel's narrowest point to check on the tide. Finding the way to the beach still free, but not anxious to go back out into the rain, you reluctantly return to the northern end of the tunnel where you can stay somewhat drier.
action: Exits
response: There are exits to the south and up.
action: Go upwards
response: You curl your fingers around the pitted stone and start a slow ascent of the rock wall. But after just a foot or two you find yourself out of hand holds, with the rock curving ever more over your head. You hang there for a moment, fingers aching, then drop back down to the tunnel floor.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air.
action: You look at up
response: Though probably solid at one point, it has collapsed near the end and allows in a fair amount of light.
action: You remember up
response: Your voice trails off after saying you were wanting to remember.
action: Wait
response: You pause for a moment of silent reflection.
action: Dig
response: You glance at the ground but it seems much to solid to dig through.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air. You watch as the rest of the wave continues its course toward the coast, past jagged offshore rocks jutting up from the sea, only to die upon the barren shore.
action: You wait till the rain ends
response: A bizarre number floats through your mind, and then is gone.
action: Sleep
response: You close your eyes, but find yourself much to restless to sleep.
action: You remember
response: You remember back to the last time you were here, six long years ago. It seems like yesterday. You almost expect to see Jason come running through the tunnel, hair tossled by the wind. "Hey Amy," he would say, "look what I found!" Then he'd open his hand and show you some small treasure from the sea. They were worthless, they were beautiful, and they always made you smile. He always made you smile.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air. You watch as the rest of the wave continues its course toward the coast, past jagged offshore rocks jutting up from the sea, only to die upon the barren shore.
action: You remember Jason
response: Your voice trails off after saying you were wanting to remember.
action: You think about Jason
response: Your voice trails off after saying you were wanting to think.
action: You think
response: You murmer "Xyzzy," but nothing happens.

You remember back to the last time you were here, six long years ago. It seems like yesterday. You almost expect to see Jason come running through the tunnel, hair tossled by the wind. "Hey Amy," he would say, "look what I found!" Then he'd open his hand and show you some small treasure from the sea. They were worthless, they were beautiful, and they always made you smile. He always made you smile.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air.
action: Inventory
response: You are carrying a purse (which is open), inside which is a faded white rose bud. You are wearing an engagement ring and a silk dress.
action: You examine the ring
response: A shining band of gold. It bears the inscription "EL & AK - 1876". You spin it nervously about your finger, unaccustomed to its weight and feel.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air.
action: Look around
response: The tunnel ends abruptly here, its rocky floor falling sharply away to the pounding sea. Wide gaps in the stones above allow in just enough light to clearly see the masses of barnacles clustered around fissures in the stones and the slippery green algae on the tunnel floor that makes the footing treacherous.

Near the opening is a flattened stone standing somewhat apart from the rest.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air. You watch as the rest of the wave continues its course toward the coast, past jagged offshore rocks jutting up from the sea, only to die upon the barren shore.
action: You listen
response: The relentless pounding of the sea echos through the tunnel.
action: Smell
response: You close your eyes and inhale deeply, savoring the briney scent of the sea.
action: You feel
response: What do you want to feel?
action: You feel the algae
response: You feel nothing unexpected.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air.
action: You examine flat
response: Inside the rough cut outline of a heart, carved in a childish hand, is the inscription "JS & AK".
action: You examine the gaps
response: The gaps vary from a few inches to a few feet in diameter.
action: Exit
response: You blush when you realize that you aren't actually in anything.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air.
action: You jump
response: You jump into the ocean below, realizing too late that the water here is well over your head. Arms flailing, you struggle to find something to grab onto but find only sea. Moments later you find yourself dragged down to the bottom by the current and the weight of your lovely silk dress.
action: You remove the dress
response: As you go to remove the silk dress, a chilling wind causes you to think better of it.
action: Search dress
response: You find nothing of interest.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air.
action: You examine the fissures
response: The fissures criss-cross the rocks and provide a foothold for the clusters of barnacles.
action: You smell bud
response: It smells of tobacco, not surprising considering it spent the last six years tucked away in a cigar box.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air.
action: You examine the barnacles
response: The gray scaled barnacles are grouped together in large clumps containing hundreds, maybe thousands, of individual members.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air.
action: You look at the wave
response: The waves are four to five feet high as they curl over then break upon the shore.
action: You examine the shore
response: Swept clear of sand by earlier winter storms, the rocky shores seem barren, inhospitable places, that even the birds pass by.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air.
action: You examine the sea
response: Overshaddowed by the clouds, the sea is an unrelieved blue gray.
action: You search the sea
response: The sea is empty.
action: You rub the ring on flat
response: Your voice trails off after saying you were wanting to rub the engagement ring.
action: You examine flat
response: Inside the rough cut outline of a heart, carved in a childish hand, is the inscription "JS & AK".

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air. You watch as the rest of the wave continues its course toward the coast, past jagged offshore rocks jutting up from the sea, only to die upon the barren shore.
action: You examine the ring
response: A shining band of gold. It bears the inscription "EL & AK - 1876". You spin it nervously about your finger, unaccustomed to its weight and feel.
action: You search the barnacles
response: You find you haven't the heart to pester the barnacles.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air. You watch as the rest of the wave continues its course toward the coast, past jagged offshore rocks jutting up from the sea, only to die upon the barren shore.
action: You take the barnacles
response: You find them to be firmly attached to the rocks.
action: You rub barnacles
response: You find you haven't the heart to pester the barnacles.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air.
action: You throw the ring into the sea
response: (first taking it off)

You stare at the ring, suprised to find yourself reluctant to remove it. It's not like it means anything to you, not really. In fact, you hardly know the gentleman to whom it holds you bound. Still, as it is a costly thing, far more than you can afford to replace at the moment, and as you have little doubt that its true owner would expect every last penny of it reimbursed, you decide to leave it where it is.
action: Inventory
response: You are carrying a purse (which is open), inside which is a faded white rose bud. You are wearing an engagement ring and a silk dress.
action: You eat the ring
response: You contemplating eating, but find you aren't hungry for an engagement ring.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air.
action: You think about the ring
response: Your voice trails off after saying you were wanting to think.
action: You look at the dress
response: While not at all appropriate for visiting the beach, the emerald green and white stripped silk dress with its solid green overshirt, tastefully bustled, is just the thing for going visiting - or going away - which is exactly what you should be doing right now. The silk dress is soaked.
action: You remove the dress
response: As you go to remove the silk dress, a chilling wind causes you to think better of it.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air. You watch as the rest of the wave continues its course toward the coast, past jagged offshore rocks jutting up from the sea, only to die upon the barren shore.
action: Exits
response: There are exits to the south and up.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air. You watch as the rest of the wave continues its course toward the coast, past jagged offshore rocks jutting up from the sea, only to die upon the barren shore.
action: You get bud
response: You take the faded white rose bud out of the purse.
action: You throw the bud into the sea
response: You gently kiss the faded blossom then toss it out onto the sea. "Rest in peace, Jason," you whisper as you watch it bob upon the water. Moments later it's caught up in the churning waves and pulled beneath the surface.

"Amelia!" comes a cry from far above, barely audible over a sudden rush of water to the south. How long have you been in here? Looking up toward the cliffs you are surprised to see a familiar coach and four standing precariously close to the edge.

"Ethan, get the horses back," you yell, cupping your hands around your mouth in a futile attempt to be heard. How did he know where to find you?

"Amelia!" comes the cry again, this time more frantic.

The tunnel ends abruptly here, its rocky floor falling sharply away to the pounding sea. Wide gaps in the stones above allow in just enough light to clearly see the masses of barnacles clustered around fissures in the stones and the slippery green algae on the tunnel floor that makes the footing treacherous.

Near the opening is a flattened stone standing somewhat apart from the rest.
action: You go south
response: The narrow opening of the sea tunnel looks out upon the beach, or what is left of it, for the tide has come in so far that some of the larger waves are spilling over the small rocks at the base of the cliffs.
action: Go south
response: Standing at the edge of the tunnel, peering down at the sea as it surges past, you quickly realize the only way out this direction is to jump.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air. You watch as the rest of the wave continues its course toward the shore.
action: You go to the north
response: Holding your breath, you turn sideways and squeeze past the tunnel's narrowest point, then hurry on to its northern end with the sea lapping at your heels.

"Ethan, I'm here!" you scream as a wave enters the southern end of the tunnel, sweeping over your feet and pour out the northern end.

The tunnel ends abruptly here, its rocky floor falling sharply away to the pounding sea. Wide gaps in the stones above allow in just enough light to clearly see the masses of barnacles clustered around fissures in the stones and the slippery green algae on the tunnel floor that makes the footing treacherous.

Near the opening is a flattened stone standing somewhat apart from the rest.
action: You stand on the stone
response: After a moment's thought, you decide the flattened stone isn't something you can stand on.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air. You watch as the rest of the wave continues its course toward the coast, past jagged offshore rocks jutting up from the sea, only to die upon the barren shore.
action: Up
response: Just as you did six years before, you curl your finger around the pitted stone and attempt to haul yourself up the rocks. But this time Jason isn't there to push you the rest of the way up, and you slide back down.

While you are preparing to try again, your hand is hit by a sturdy strap of leather tossed down from above.

"Amelia, grab the rein," calls Ethan, his voice barely audible over the sound of the waves.

Wrapping the rein around your hand, you once again scramble up the rocks. A moment later you find yourself standing on the rim of the tunnel, caught up in Ethans arms as he wraps his thick black cloak around you. Another wave sweeps through the tunnel at your feet, sending a shower of spray up high above your head. But the sea has no power over you now. This time there is no one left behind for it to claim.
action: You remember
response: When was the last time you where here? It must be going on six years now. You remember everything about that day; how lovely it was in the morning, how clear the skies and sea were, how much you had been looking foward to it. A tear forms in the corner of your eye only to be whisked away by a sudden gust of wind. If only memories could be as easily removed.
action: You examine the sea
response: In deeper waters, outside the cove, the sea is a deep, rich blue that sparkles in the sunlight. But in the shallows, as the waves curl toward the shore, it abruptly changes to a pale translucent green and is covered in a fine netting of foam.
action: Exits
response: There are exits to the south, to the east, to the southeast, and down.

A flock of sea gulls rises from the beach and flies off into the clouds.
action: Go southeast
response: You turn your back on the sea, beginning the long dusty walk back to the city.
action: Go south
response: You hesitate, as it seems a shame to come all this way and not enjoy the view.

A sea gull's strident call echos off the cliffs.
action: You go to the east
response: You turn your back on the sea, beginning the long dusty walk back to the city.
action: You call the gulls
response: Your voice trails off after saying you were wanting to call.
action: You attack gulls
response: The sea gulls stay far out of reach.
action: You check what you're carrying
response: You are carrying a purse. You are wearing an engagement ring, a silk dress, a pair of shoes and a pair of stockings.
action: You remove the stockings
response: You take off your shoes and stockings, setting them aside.
action: Go south
response: Lifting your skirt, you carefully pick your way down to the beach below.

Stepping out onto the sand, you are immediately hit with a rush of memories; memories of time spent clambering over these rocks, of splashing in the water, and of being here with Jason. You shut your eyes and for an instant you can almost touch the past, hold it close, be part of it again, and then it's gone.

Opening your eyes, you wrap your arms around yourself and squint out toward the sea.

Surrounded by granite cliffs on three sides, this narrow strip of sand curves from north to south and faces a small cove to the west. With the tide this low, a marine terrace to the southwest lies exposed and accessible, though currently occupied by a large sea lion. To the north, the sea has dug a narrow, twisting tunnel through the headland.

Long ribbons of seaweed strewn across the shore mark the leading edge of the surf at a quarter of the way up the beach. Additional clumps, dried and full of sand, lie tangled amongst the rocks at the base of the cliffs -- a warning of the sea's intentions.

A long, slender piece of driftwood lies half buried in the sand.
action: You examine driftwood
response: Six feet long and weathered to a pale gray, the piece of driftwood probably started life as a cypress branch.

The sea lion swings his head around to gaze at you with large brown eyes. Unimpressed, he soon returns to his nap. A sea otter pops up amongst the kelp, and sets to work grooming its fur. Sea gulls float by on the breeze, their wing tips within inches of each other.
action: You remember
response: Your memories are of happy times, of playing in the sea and on the sand. All happy times, save one. You swallow hard and push those thoughts away. Your time here is too short, too precious, to spend it on things you can not change, whether they be in the past or in the future.

The sea lion pulls a hind flipper up and lazily scratches his side. The sea otter slips below the surface of the sea. A sea gull's strident call echos off the cliffs.
action: You look at the lion
response: The male sea lion is basking in the sun on the exposed marine terrace. Resting on his front flippers with hind ones dangling over the edge of the rock, he points his nose skyward as if to show off his impressive mane of fur. Fully seven feet long and well over 600 pounds, he is definitly not an animal to trifle with.
action: You remember
response: Your memories are of happy times, of playing in the sea and on the sand. All happy times, save one. You swallow hard and push those thoughts away. Your time here is too short, too precious, to spend it on things you can not change, whether they be in the past or in the future.

The sea lion swings his head around to gaze at you with large brown eyes. Unimpressed, he soon returns to his nap. A few small plovers scurry up the beach, just in front of the the next wave.
action: You examine plover
response: The small white birds with their crisp brown markings follow the water up and down the beach, pecking at the sand.

The sea lion pulls a hind flipper up and lazily scratches his side. The sea otter pops up amongst the kelp with a spiny sea urchin held tight between its paws. Using its stomach as a table, it quickly consumes its bristly meal then rolls over once to clear away the remains.
action: You look at the sea urchin
response: Your voice trails off after saying you were wanting to examine the sea.
action: You look at the otter
response: Bobbing amidst a raft of kelp, the sea otter busily grooms its fur with thick stubby paws. After every few swipes it rolls completely over, then begins to groom again.

As a wave passes by, the sea lion raises his rear flippers just high enough to keep them dry, then lowers them again.
action: You look at the kelp
response: Ripped from their holdfasts during heavy seas, the long strands of seaweed are pushed along by wind and tides until they are at last flung up upon the shore. There they form tangled mophead heaps, a haven for the small flies, crabs, and the like who feed upon the decaying fronds.

A flock of sea gulls rises from the beach and flies off into the clouds. A long legged plover chases after the waves, pecking at the sand as it goes.
action: You search driftwood
response: You find nothing of interest.

The sea otter swipes a thick, furry paw over its stubby furry face. Plovers follow the water up and down the beach, pecking at the sand.
action: Examine flies
response: The annoying little flies buzz continually amongst the piles of beached kelp and within inches of the sand.

A small group of plovers pokes about the sea weed.
action: You look at the crabs
response: About two inches long and nearly as round, the purple crab has a lovely deep purple shell and a pair of pale lavender pinchers covered in small purple spots.

A small group of plovers pokes about the sea weed.
action: You eat the crab
response: Just looking at the crabs is enough to make your mouth water, though these little fellows are too small to make much of a meal.

The sea otter rolls over once, and goes back to work grooming its fur. Plovers follow the water up and down the beach, pecking at the sand.
action: You eat the plover
response: You idly wonder if plovers taste anything like chicken, but realize you have little chance of catching one to find out.

As a wave passes by, the sea lion raises his rear flippers just high enough to keep them dry, then lowers them again.
action: You eat otter
response: You grimace at the thought.

The sea lion pulls a hind flipper up and lazily scratches his side.
action: You eat the lion
response: You grimace at the thought.
action: You hit the lion with the wood
response: (first taking the driftwood)
You pull the driftwood out of the sand.

The sea otter rolls over once, and goes back to work grooming its fur.
action: You hit the lion
response: With surprising speed, the sea lion lumbers to the edge of the rock and dives into the water. Surfacing again some distance from his former roost he barks his disapproval, then disappears into the sea.
action: Look around
response: Surrounded by granite cliffs on three sides, this narrow strip of sand curves from north to south and faces a small cove to the west. With the tide this low, a marine terrace to the southwest lies exposed and accessible. To the north, the sea has dug a narrow, twisting tunnel through the headland.

Long ribbons of seaweed strewn across the shore mark the leading edge of the surf at a quarter of the way up the beach. Additional clumps, dried and full of sand, lie tangled amongst the rocks at the base of the cliffs -- a warning of the sea's intentions.
action: You examine the seaweed
response: Ripped from their holdfasts during heavy seas, the long strands of seaweed are pushed along by wind and tides until they are at last flung up upon the shore. There they form tangled mophead heaps, a haven for the small flies, crabs, and the like who feed upon the decaying fronds.

The sea otter slips below the surface of the sea.
action: Go southwest
response: With the tide low, you are able to walk out across the narrow sand bar and clamber up onto the rock.

Standing in the lee of the southern cliffs, this narrow shelf of pitted rock has been exposed by the low tide and contains numerous tide pools large and small. Though the beach is still accessible to the east, the rest of the terrace is surrounded by sea.

A wave strikes the western edge, showering that portion of the rock with a heavy spray that replenishes the tide pools.

The leading edge of the storm clouds reaches the cove, blotting out the sun.
action: You look up
response: You first look up, then all about...

Standing in the lee of the southern cliffs, this narrow shelf of pitted rock has been exposed by the low tide and contains numerous tide pools large and small. Though the beach is still accessible to the east, the rest of the terrace is surrounded by sea.

A wave strikes the western edge, showering that portion of the rock with a heavy spray that replenishes the tide pools.

A flock of sea gulls rises from the beach and flies off into the clouds.
action: You look at the tide pools
response: You crouch down and peer into the closest one. Though its opening is no larger than a dinner plate, it is surprisingly deep, with many nooks and crannies for small creatures to hide in. Near the bottom are several sea anemones clustered together like undersea flowers, and a spiney sea urchin. Closer to the surface of the pool is a small clump of mussels and an assortment of limpets. Clinging to the side of the rock is an orange sea star.
action: You examine the anemone
response: Looking like an exotic flower, the anemone's numerous inch long tenticles move almost imperceptably beneath the still water of the tide pool.
action: You examine the mussels
response: Gray near the base, turning black at the tips, the mussles are actually quite pretty... as well as being very tasty.
action: You examine the urchin
response: You find it hard to believe that something so spiny can actually be alive.

Sea gulls float by on the breeze, their wing tips within inches of each other.
action: You examine the star
response: It has five fat legs and a central core nearly as wide as your palm.

A flock of sea gulls rises from the beach and flies off into the clouds.
action: You search the mussel
response: You find you haven't the heart to pester the mussels.

Sea gulls float by on the breeze, their wing tips within inches of each other.
action: You say Xyzzy
response: Whom do you want to say that to?
action: Exits
response: The only obvious exit is to the east.
action: Open purse
response: You loosen the shimmering gold cord, opening the purse. Inside the open purse you see a faded white rose bud.
action: You look at the bud
response: It was as white as snow when you slipped it from the bouquet six years ago, though it soon dried to a dingy yellow brown and became so brittle that you had to tuck it away in a cigar box for safe keeping. There it laid, alone and forgotten, until today when you pulled it out and placed it in your purse, unwilling to leave it behind, no room remaining to put it anywhere else.

A flock of sea gulls flies over the point and alights on the beach below.
action: You take the star
response: You pull the sea star off the rocks and hold it gently in your hand.
action: You throw the star
response: You toss the sea star into the sea, where it quickly sinks below the surface.
action: You remember the sea
response: Your voice trails off after saying you were wanting to remember.
action: You go to the east
response: You climb over the edge and scramble across the sandbar to the beach, apparently just in time as a particularly large wave crashes into the terrace sending a foot of water shooting all the way across its surface.

Surrounded by cliffs on three sides, this narrow strip of sand curves from north to south and faces a small cove to the west. With the tide half in, the marine terrace to the southwest is beginning to take on water. To the north, the sea has dug a narrow, twisting tunnel through the headland.

Long ribbons of seaweed strewn across the shore mark the leading edge of the surf at about half way up the beach. Additional clumps, dried and full of sand, lie tangled amongst the rocks at the base of the cliffs; a warning of the sea's intentions.

The clouds close ranks overhead, blotting out the sun completely and turning the sea from blue to gray. Outside the cove the wind is beginning to kick up whitecaps and push the swells up even further up the shore.
action: You remember
response: Your memories are of happy times, of playing in the sea and on the sand. All happy times, save one. You swallow hard and push those thoughts away. Your time here is too short, too precious, to spend it on things you can not change, whether they be in the past or in the future.
action: Go southwest
response: Raising your skirt to your knees, you wade through the shallow water that now covering the sand bar and gingerly step up onto the terrace. Moments later a large wave crashes over its northern end, sending you scurrying back up on the beach as the entire rock briefly disappears under a thick layer of foam and water.

You hear, more than feel, the first few hesitant drops of rain as they strike against the stones and create tiny craters in the sand. Moments later the storm catches its stride and it begins to rain in earnest.
action: Look around
response: Surrounded by cliffs on three sides, this narrow strip of sand curves from north to south and faces a small cove to the west. With the tide half in, the marine terrace to the southwest is beginning to take on water. To the north, the sea has dug a narrow, twisting tunnel through the headland.

Long ribbons of seaweed strewn across the shore mark the leading edge of the surf at about half way up the beach. Additional clumps, dried and full of sand, lie tangled amongst the rocks at the base of the cliffs; a warning of the sea's intentions.

You hear, more than feel, the first few hesitant drops of rain as they strike against the stones and create tiny craters in the sand. Moments later the storm catches its stride and it begins to rain in earnest.

Surrounded by cliffs on three sides, this narrow strip of sand curves from north to south and faces a small cove to the west. With the tide half in, the marine terrace to the southwest is beginning to take on water. To the north, the sea has dug a narrow, twisting tunnel through the headland.

Long ribbons of seaweed strewn across the shore mark the leading edge of the surf at about half way up the beach. Additional clumps, dried and full of sand, lie tangled amongst the rocks at the base of the cliffs; a warning of the sea's intentions.

You turn your face aside in a futile attempt to avoid the rain.
action: You remember the urchin
response: Your voice trails off after saying you were wanting to remember.
action: Look around
response: Surrounded by cliffs on three sides, this narrow strip of sand curves from north to south and faces a small cove to the west. With the tide half in, the marine terrace to the southwest is beginning to take on water. To the north, the sea has dug a narrow, twisting tunnel through the headland.

Long ribbons of seaweed strewn across the shore mark the leading edge of the surf at about half way up the beach. Additional clumps, dried and full of sand, lie tangled amongst the rocks at the base of the cliffs; a warning of the sea's intentions.

You turn your face aside in a futile attempt to avoid the rain.
action: Go southwest
response: Raising your skirt to your knees, you wade through the shallow water that now covering the sand bar and gingerly step up onto the terrace. Moments later a large wave crashes over its northern end, sending you scurrying back up on the beach as the entire rock briefly disappears under a thick layer of foam and water.

You pass your hands over your face to clear the rain away.
action: You look around
response: Surrounded by cliffs on three sides, this narrow strip of sand curves from north to south and faces a small cove to the west. With the tide half in, the marine terrace to the southwest is beginning to take on water. To the north, the sea has dug a narrow, twisting tunnel through the headland.

Long ribbons of seaweed strewn across the shore mark the leading edge of the surf at about half way up the beach. Additional clumps, dried and full of sand, lie tangled amongst the rocks at the base of the cliffs; a warning of the sea's intentions.

You hear, more than feel, the first few hesitant drops of rain as they strike against the stones and create tiny craters in the sand. Moments later the storm catches its stride and it begins to rain in earnest.
action: You go to the south-west
response: Raising your skirt to your knees, you wade through the shallow water that now covering the sand bar and gingerly step up onto the terrace. Moments later a large wave crashes over its northern end, sending you scurrying back up on the beach as the entire rock briefly disappears under a thick layer of foam and water.

You turn your face aside in a futile attempt to avoid the rain.
action: You look at your surroundings
response: Standing in the lee of the southern cliffs, this narrow shelf of pitted rock has been exposed by the low tide and contains numerous tide pools large and small. Though the beach is still accessible to the east, the rest of the terrace is surrounded by sea.

A wave strikes the western edge, showering that portion of the rock with a heavy spray that replenishes the tide pools.
action: Inventory
response: You are carrying a piece of driftwood and a purse (which is open), inside which is a faded white rose bud. You are wearing an engagement ring and a silk dress.
action: You remember
response: This was always one of your favorite spots, especially on a hot day when the spray was always quite refreshing.
action: You examine the tide pools
response: You crouch down and peer into the closest one. Though its opening is no larger than a dinner plate, it is surprisingly deep, with many nooks and crannies for small creatures to hide in. Near the bottom are several sea anemones clustered together like undersea flowers, and a spiney sea urchin. Closer to the surface of the pool is a small clump of mussels and an assortment of limpets.
action: You look at the limpets
response: Clustered together on the rocks, they look like tiny volcanoes about ready to blow.

A flock of sea gulls rises from the beach, circle the cove once, then head out to sea.
action: You remember
response: This was always one of your favorite spots, especially on a hot day when the spray was always quite refreshing.

A sea gull's strident call echos off the cliffs.
action: You listen seagull
response: The sea gulls strident calls echo off the cliffs.
action: You call the seagull
response: Your voice trails off after saying you were wanting to call.
action: You look at your surroundings
response: Standing in the lee of the southern cliffs, this narrow shelf of pitted rock has been exposed by the low tide and contains numerous tide pools large and small. Though the beach is still accessible to the east, the rest of the terrace is surrounded by sea.

A wave strikes the western edge, showering that portion of the rock with a heavy spray that replenishes the tide pools.
action: You check your inventory
response: You are carrying a piece of driftwood and a purse (which is open), inside which is a faded white rose bud. You are wearing an engagement ring and a silk dress.

A sea gull's strident call echos off the cliffs.
action: Break ring
response: You contemplate venting your frustrations on the engagement ring, but resist the temptation.

A flock of sea gulls rises from the beach and flies off into the clouds.
action: You remove the ring
response: You stare at the ring, suprised to find yourself reluctant to remove it. It's not like it means anything to you, not really. In fact, you hardly know the gentleman to whom it holds you bound. Still, as it is a costly thing, far more than you can afford to replace at the moment, and as you have little doubt that its true owner would expect every last penny of it reimbursed, you decide to leave it where it is.
action: You remove the dress
response: As you go to remove the silk dress, a chilling wind causes you to think better of it.
action: You destroy bud
response: You marvel at how easy it would be to destroy it, yet how impossible it is to make yourself do it.

A flock of sea gulls rises from the beach, circle the cove once, then head out to sea.
action: You eat bud
response: You grimace at the thought.

A flock of sea gulls flies over the point and alights on the beach below.
action: You look at the sea
response: The sea is a flat, deep blue.
action: You search the sea with the wood
response: Your voice trails off after saying you were wanting to search the sea.
action: You search the sea
response: The sea is empty.
action: You remove the dress
response: As you go to remove the silk dress, a chilling wind causes you to think better of it.
action: You put the wood in the sea
response: You heave the driftwood into the sea, where it bobs steadily toward the shore until a one final wave flings it up upon the sand.
action: You take the seaweed
response: You can't actually bring yourself to touch the rotting seaweed.

You hear, more than feel, the first few hesitant drops of rain as they strike against the stones and create tiny craters in the sand. Moments later the storm catches its stride and it begins to rain in earnest.
action: Look around
response: Surrounded by cliffs on three sides, this narrow strip of sand curves from north to south and faces a small cove to the west. With the tide half in, the marine terrace to the southwest is beginning to take on water. To the north, the sea has dug a narrow, twisting tunnel through the headland.

Long ribbons of seaweed strewn across the shore mark the leading edge of the surf at about half way up the beach. Additional clumps, dried and full of sand, lie tangled amongst the rocks at the base of the cliffs; a warning of the sea's intentions.

You pass your hands over your face to clear the rain away.
action: Full
response: You have so far scored 18 out of a possible 28, in 78 turns.

The score is made up as follows:

1 the tide pool
1 the tunnel
11  of 13 creatures examined
3  of 8 memories recalled

18 total (out of 28)
action: You remember
response: You remember back to the last time you were here, six long years ago. It seems like yesterday. You almost expect to see Jason come running through the tunnel, hair tossled by the wind. "Hey Amy," he would say, "look what I found!" Then he'd open his hand and show you some small treasure from the sea. They were worthless, they were beautiful, and they always made you smile. He always made you smile.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air. You watch as the rest of the wave continues its course toward the coast, past jagged offshore rocks jutting up from the sea, only to die upon the barren shore.
action: You examine the algae
response: Mostly deep green, though some patches are nearly black while others are a deep shade of red.

The skies open up and it begins to pour, sending water streaming down the sides of the tunnel and splattering against you no matter where you stand.
action: You examine the barnacles
response: The gray scaled barnacles are grouped together in large clumps containing hundreds, maybe thousands, of individual members.
action: Full
response: You have so far scored 20 out of a possible 28, in 81 turns.

The score is made up as follows:

1 the tide pool
1 the tunnel
12  of 13 creatures examined
4  of 8 memories recalled

20 total (out of 28)
action: Look around
response: The tunnel ends abruptly here, its rocky floor falling sharply away to the pounding sea. Wide gaps in the stones above allow in just enough light to clearly see the masses of barnacles clustered around fissures in the stones and the slippery green algae on the tunnel floor that makes the footing treacherous.

Near the opening, half covered in algae, is a flattened stone standing somewhat apart from the rest.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air. You watch as the rest of the wave continues its course toward the coast, past jagged offshore rocks jutting up from the sea, only to die upon the barren shore.
action: You go south
response: Holding your breath, you turn sideways and squeeze past the tunnel's narrowest point to check on the tide. Finding the way to the beach still free, but not anxious to go back out into the rain, you reluctantly return to the northern end of the tunnel where you can stay somewhat drier.
action: Go north
response: Standing at the edge of the tunnel, peering down at the sea as it surges past, you quickly realize the only way out this direction is to jump.
action: You eat the barnacles
response: You wonder if they taste more like mussels or abalone, but as you are unable to get them off the rock, you will probably never know.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air. You watch as the rest of the wave continues its course toward the coast, past jagged offshore rocks jutting up from the sea, only to die upon the barren shore.
action: You examine the sea
response: Overshaddowed by the clouds, the sea is an unrelieved blue gray.
action: Search wave
response: After a moments thought you realize the surf is too far away.
action: You look at the rain
response: The rain is quite heavy now, composed of large drops falling hard and fast.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air. You watch as the rest of the wave continues its course toward the coast, past jagged offshore rocks jutting up from the sea, only to die upon the barren shore.
action: You examine the algae
response: Mostly deep green, though some patches are nearly black while others are a deep shade of red.
action: You examine the stone
response: You scrap off the algae from the flattened stone, revealing a heavily eroded outline of a heart cut into the rock. Inside the heart, carved in a childish hand, is the faded inscription "JS & AK". A lump forms in your throat and you swallow hard, trying in vain to shut your mind on old memories, still painful to recall.
action: You remember
response: You remember back to the last time you were here, six long years ago. It seems like yesterday. You almost expect to see Jason come running through the tunnel, hair tossled by the wind. "Hey Amy," he would say, "look what I found!" Then he'd open his hand and show you some small treasure from the sea. They were worthless, they were beautiful, and they always made you smile. He always made you smile.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air.
action: You look at the shore
response: Swept clear of sand by earlier winter storms, the rocky shores seem barren, inhospitable places, that even the birds pass by.
action: Go north
response: Standing at the edge of the tunnel, peering down at the sea as it surges past, you quickly realize the only way out this direction is to jump.
action: You look at the birds
response: A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air.

You look around but are unable to find that which you seek.
action: You listen
response: The relentless pounding of the sea echos through the tunnel.
action: Smell dress
response: It is so new that it still smells like the dressmakers shop.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air.
action: You get bud
response: You take the faded white rose bud out of the purse.
action: You throw the bud in the the shore
response: After a moments thought you realize the shore is too far away.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air.
action: You throw the bud in the the sea
response: You gently kiss the faded blossom then toss it out onto the sea. "Rest in peace, Jason," you whisper as you watch it bob upon the water. Moments later it's caught up in the churning waves and pulled beneath the surface.

"Amelia!" comes a cry from far above, barely audible over a sudden rush of water to the south. How long have you been in here? Looking up toward the cliffs you are surprised to see a familiar coach and four standing precariously close to the edge.

"Ethan, get the horses back," you yell, cupping your hands around your mouth in a futile attempt to be heard. How did he know where to find you?

"Amelia!" comes the cry again, this time more frantic.

The tunnel ends abruptly here, its rocky floor falling sharply away to the pounding sea. Wide gaps in the stones above allow in just enough light to clearly see the masses of barnacles clustered around fissures in the stones and the slippery green algae on the tunnel floor that makes the footing treacherous.

Near the opening is a flattened stone standing somewhat apart from the rest.
action: You remember
response: The rushing sound from the southern end of the tunnel... it seems so familiar.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air. You watch as the rest of the wave continues its course toward the coast, past jagged offshore rocks jutting up from the sea, only to die upon the barren shore.
action: You go south
response: The narrow opening of the sea tunnel looks out upon the beach, or what is left of it, for the tide has come in so far that some of the larger waves are spilling over the small rocks at the base of the cliffs.
action: You remember
response: You find yourself trembling as you look out at the wild sea. Six years ago you stood on this very spot and looked out at this same sea... but this time, you're alone.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air. You watch as the rest of the wave continues its course toward the shore.
action: You jump
response: You freeze, just as you had six years ago. "Jump Amy, jump!" Jason had screamed in your ear as the waves slammed into the rocks, pouring water into the tunnel. How many times had you heard that scream in your dreams? How many times had you wished you had listened?
action: You remember
response: You find yourself trembling as you look out at the wild sea. Six years ago you stood on this very spot and looked out at this same sea... but this time, you're alone.
action: You go to the north
response: Holding your breath, you turn sideways and squeeze past the tunnel's narrowest point, then hurry on to its northern end with the sea lapping at your heels.

"Ethan, I'm here!" you scream as a wave enters the southern end of the tunnel, sweeping over your feet and pour out the northern end.

The tunnel ends abruptly here, its rocky floor falling sharply away to the pounding sea. Wide gaps in the stones above allow in just enough light to clearly see the masses of barnacles clustered around fissures in the stones and the slippery green algae on the tunnel floor that makes the footing treacherous.

Near the opening is a flattened stone standing somewhat apart from the rest.
action: You remember
response: It's happening all over again, just like before, only this time Jason isn't here to help. What was he trying to tell you that day? You never could figure it out. The wind had been so strong, ripping the words out of his mouth and blowing them away. He finally grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze, pointing up toward the narrow gap in the ceiling. You look up at the ceiling now, the gap seeming as unreachable as ever.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air. You watch as the rest of the wave continues its course toward the coast, past jagged offshore rocks jutting up from the sea, only to die upon the barren shore.
action: Search gap
response: The gaps are out of reach.

A thick, swirling mass of water rushes in from the southern end of the tunnel and pours out the tunnel into the sea, nearly taking you with it.
action: You examine the ceiling
response: The ceiling is soaked.

A wave crashes against the rocks below sending a shower of spray up high into the air.
action: Leave
response: You blush when you realize that you aren't actually in anything.

A thick, swirling mass of water rushes in from the southern end of the tunnel and pours out the tunnel into the sea, nearly taking you with it.
action: Go upward
response: Just as you did six years before, you curl your finger around the pitted stone and attempt to haul yourself up the rocks. But this time Jason isn't there to push you the rest of the way up, and you slide back down.

While you are preparing to try again, your hand is hit by a sturdy strap of leather tossed down from above.

"Amelia, grab the rein," calls Ethan, his voice barely audible over the sound of the waves.

Wrapping the rein around your hand, you once again scramble up the rocks. A moment later you find yourself standing on the rim of the tunnel, caught up in Ethans arms as he wraps his thick black cloak around you. Another wave sweeps through the tunnel at your feet, sending a shower of spray up high above your head. But the sea has no power over you now. This time there is no one left behind for it to claim.
action: You check what you're carrying
response: You are carrying a purse. You are wearing an engagement ring and a silk dress.