Fred stumbles out of the shanty, not wanting to share with Bert. He sees a building further on down the shoreline and heads for it.
The sun had dipped beyond the horizon and winds had kicked up. Small stinging water droplets pepper Lord Fred's exposed skin. Soon he gets to the building. He peers through the smashed in door. With the last bits of light left in the sky he sees two rows of beds bracketing a main aisle. Dirt, sand and leaves spread out from the door. Lord Fred mentally shrugs and beds down in a far off corner, well away from any wind.
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