The Raven and Ja Lia

Havila.

"Whooshh!!"

The signal sent by the clapping waves collided with the whooshing winds and all met on the lone hut. The hut beaten by the wiles of nature had all its wooden covering faded. But twas still very much intact. There was no loophole, even for a snake to crawl in. If there was anything as such by the shore.

There was a wooden bench before the hut, few metres away from its creaking door. The fact that the door looked like what would fall at the slightest push, didn't give its content away.

Surrounding the hut were several roots and leaves you couldn't be sure where they came from. A thought might toss to you the idea of the waves sweeping them by, but the position of the hut was very much far away from the wings of the waves.

Only if the borders of the sea were broken would the waves swallow the hut up.