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JUAN FRANCISCO BLANCO
“Where do think it was going?” Bardala asked
apprehensively.
“I don’t know. I’m just glad it wasn’t towards our shore. Can
you believe the size of that thing?” asked Tital, as he dried
himself off. He bent over to dry his legs, and saw a glint of blue
light shining in the sand. He reaches toward it, and found it was
connected to a wooden pole, some sort of staff.
“Yes, and I’m glad it didn’t see us. Now, let’s float up to the
camp, as it’s faster than walking. I want to check on Viviana and
Jonathan to make sure they are still okay. What is that you found
buried in the sand?” Bardala asked.