Beacons of ships danced like fireflies in the darkness, with only the soft whistle of sea breeze disturbing the tranquil silence. The pair stared blankly into the distance, no words were exchanged. The sand which they were sitting on was incredibly fine, behaving almost like liquid when hands were run through it, providing ample cushion. John sighed, his long breath punctuating the serenity for a brief moment. He was exhausted, after all, three days in a desert would make even the most hardened adventurer cry for mercy. Taking a sip of water from the stream, John lay prone. Palm trees swayed around the pair, dancing to the rhythm of the wind. Arranged in a circle, they enveloped the pair, providing then with a natural shield. Protected from the elements, they fell soundly asleep, having succumbed to the lull of nature’s lullaby.
(EXTRACT FROM SELF-WRITTEN NOVEL, TITLED LITTLE NAVIGATOR)