Wind walked to the beach with both backpacks.

On either side of the cove, cliffs went straight into the sea. There was no village over the ridge. He had brought the canoe because the canoe was how they were getting home.

He put down the faded pack.

Then the blue one.

He wanted to throw something very hard.

But one pack was his, and the other was Ocean's.

So he sat in the shade, drank some water, and looked out past the headland.

He had plenty of water.

He was carrying everybody's.