Character - Frodo
Rating - Gen
While the gangplank was stowed and sails unfurled Frodo had time to consider the shoreline beyond the harbour wall.
There, white cliffs reared against a pale autumn sky, feet strewn with a wrack of cobbles. Great chunks of those strong, seemingly permanent cliffs had been shorn away. Detached, they were tumbled mercilessly between the fates of land and sea; worn down to boulders then cobbles, pebbles and finally sand, to be borne away on the tide and wash up on some distant shore.
Sails billowed and snapped. Frodo felt the boat glide quietly on ebbing tide toward the waiting sunset.