For the Company, it was a good hour hike up the shore from the last place to access the beach as the cliffs above continued to rise steeply toward the north. Salted sea air filled their senses. The cry of gulls and the crash of waves were ever present over the steady ocean breeze.
At low tide, the surf pounded only 20’ from the cliff side and the spray glistened on their outerwear as they stood on a narrow band between cliff and ocean. Here the nearly sheer, wave worn cliff towered high toward the sky. Damp, coarse gray sand and tidal pools surrounded a small dark cave at the cliff’s base. The opening was wide enough for one and tall enough for troll stand but well below the high tide mark at this place along the coast. Standing at the mouth of the Sea Caves, The Company was joined by Onion and her pet Cheez-It, Yummy.
Barnacles and mollusks ringed the cave opening like so many teeth waiting to snap down on anything foolish enough to make its way inside. They entered cautiously.