Tristan stayed in his room till it was evening, practically doing nothing. Immediately it was time he set out, eager. It was fifteen minutes past four, and the beach stood on the eastern portion of the island. The other side, essentially.
It would take time to get there, roughly thirty minutes of walking. Plus, he could get lost so he accounted for that possibility.
Tristan stared at his map and soon realized how much of a hassle navigating a map was. Nevertheless, he found his way.
He encountered several children who surprisingly recognized him to be a student. They were rather polite and he liked it.
It took about forty minutes of walking before he could reach the beach.
Strolling into a mass of trees that featured a walking path between them, Tristan arrived before the barrier that stood on the island. He put his left wrist forward and crossed as intended. He had initially been worried.
