Buried in Crimson Tides

in the sand, shapin

ed away-off to comfort his steps

helpless, as the tide crept hig

I lost consciousness, a single

I was goin

head and crushed the last breath from my l

there, half-buried, feeling

violent spasm of coughing wrenche

rviv

had dug

ck tactical jacket, his back broad and silent

n the same gear, big and silent, for

them said respectfull

etcher, stopped, t

by wind and frost, with

Josh from the Morrison family i

e underworld, the man I had saved from a mass

too much seawater-

bites on my face and neck u

ket, wrapped it around me,

pped your own wings for that man, hid your edge. I let you.

me toward a black helico

Morrison's wife. You're my heir-the name tha

ter lifted off, the island that had nearl

ed my

would mee