Chapter 103
Soaring Hawk squatted down and dipped a handful of water from a wave that reached his feet. He brought it to his lips. Salt.Garrett had warned him of this. He had told him tales of men who, lost at sea, in desperation drank of the water, only to die an agonizing death.
Soaring Hawk rose once more and gazed at the vast panorama before him. A sense of insignificance in the face of this phenomenon filled him. Yet, at the same time, he also felt a feeling of well being, a feeling that he was connected somehow to this body of water in a way he could not explain. Here, miles from the village in which he was born, he sensed he had returned to the source of his being, the place from which he had come.
He looked up. Overhead, floating on the wind current that ricocheted off the face of the bluff, were birds. Birds of varieties he had never seen before. He watched as they dove into the waves, returning to the surface carrying fish. He marveled at their skills.