The moonlight has taken on a ghostly quality. A hush lies over the beach. No voices are audible, no figures stir, no lights are visible in the outbuildings to your right . . .
No signs of life.
The waves lap almost silently at the shore.
You could wander over to the nearest building and knock, or you could stroll around a bit and then get back in the boat and sail off.
(Last refreshed by the breeze on 3/28/02002)