On the next day Jude got up early, he decided to go to the beach and get some fish from the traps. He picked up the baskets made of wood and vines, then he decided to walk towards it.
With the morning sun about to paint the horizon in soft hues, Jude set out for the beach, his mind fixed on securing a catch from the coastal traps. He slung sturdy baskets crafted from woven vines over his shoulder, their familiar weight a reminder of routine in this enigmatic place.
The island seemed to exhale around him, a symphony of rustling leaves and distant calls of wildlife. Despite the tranquility, Jude's senses remained attuned to the surroundings, ever watchful for signs of danger that prowled beyond the sanctuary of their refuge.
