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     Pandora followed her leaders onto the beach.  She knew she would be able to fight on the sand and still keep her balance.  It was firm and held together beneath her bare feet.  The darkness would be her first problem.  It was night now and very dark.  There were a thousand stars in the sky, but none bright enough to light her way.  She wished she had her sword with her.  At least it could light the way.
     She bid farewell to her sea lion friends and walked towards the trees.  The crocodile priest was obviously not on the beach itself and he must have been hiding deeper in the island.  A wide dirt path wound its way through the forest.  Wanting to pick up a stick or thick branch as a weapon, she focused instead on the bag on silver coins.  It wasn’t as if her hands weren’t deadly weapons anyway.