Ch 22

Devan was having a good time stomping through the woods, making as much noise as he wanted. He had trained for years to be silent, and it had paid off, but now it was just fun making noise and stomping around.

Devan knew that the time was going to go fast, and he would have to hurry if he was going to be able to bring a log for the mast down to the beach. He was hoping by the time he found a log that he was going to have time to drag it to the beach before it would get dark. As he looked around, he saw that trying to maneuver something that large here in the dark was just asking to get hurt.

Devan looked up at the sun to try and calculate the time he had left. He knew that he still had a few hours to find what he was after and drag it back. Even if he didn't drag it back to the part of the beach that he was working at. As long as it was straight to the beach, dragging it in the sand was going to be better than trying to maneuver it through the trees and trying to turn it.