Opal sighed, picking up another stick and giving it a soft hurl through the air and into the water. She and Logan had finally made it ashore, only to find the place a total mess. Feeling sad for all the creatures who had to deal with this mess, she decided that Logan and herself would be the unofficial clean - up crew. Pausing to rest her unsteady legs, she turned to where Logan seemed to be lifting a large log up and over into to the giant pile they had going.
Seeing him pushing foward was exactly what she needed. She couldn' rightly let Logan do all the work while she sat on her pale bottom. Wiping away some of her exertion with a soft sigh, she pushed away from the rather large log she had been leaning against, and headed out to look for more debris.
Maybe someone would come along to help them eventually. One could only hope, after all.
Logan gave a mighty sigh as the log landed in the center of the pile they had stacked off the far end of the beach and well away from the water. It just wouldn't do to have the logs freshly stacked only to be freshly washed away by high tide. This was hard work. Not that he would ever actually let on that his back muscles were aching, his knees were weak and a little shakey, and his arms felt like someone had beat them with a iron pole. Nope. He was more likely to beat his chest with a couple of the tiny crabs running around before he even rubbed one of his aching muscles.
Wiping sweat from his brow, he thought about how weird it would have been for him to be doing this exact thing only one year ago. Man, times sure had changed...
