Amanda paddled her pontoon boat across the waves, her eyes scanning the shoreline. It had been a long day searching the bay, but nothing of value had shown up beneath the waves. Along the shore, however, salvage could sometimes be found washed ashore or scattered among the rocky coastline. She needed something for the day's haul.
The sun shone bright overhead, despite the chill in the air. A cool breeze blew across the bay, tousling Amanda's hair, which hung in a ponytail, damp from the ocean spray. She wore a simple bathing suit of durable material, and a knife strapped to a leather belt. Her pontoon boat was old and worn, but she kept it in good, serviceable condition. It didn't have to be pretty, as long as it got the job done.
A glimmer of light from among the rocks caught her attention. Amanda's brown eyes turned towards the light, searching for its source. She paddled the boat closer, being careful to avoid the rocks in the shallower part of the bay. She'd scavenged from many a sunken boat that hadn't been careful enough around those rocks, and she didn't intend for her boat to join the rotting wooden skeletons of the depths.
She pulled in closer to shore, spotting the gleam of something metallic. She pulled the boat right up to a sandy part of the shore, hopping out and pulling a rope out along with her. She tied the rope to a tree at the edge of the beach, securing the boat against the tides. Among the scattered tidepools past the beach, she spotted the gleaming metal of an object half-buried in the sand. She hurried over to it, kneeling down alongside it and calling on her magic. Within moments, scoops of sand started flying away, hurled by telekinetic force as she worked to uncover the buried object.
The sun shone bright overhead, despite the chill in the air. A cool breeze blew across the bay, tousling Amanda's hair, which hung in a ponytail, damp from the ocean spray. She wore a simple bathing suit of durable material, and a knife strapped to a leather belt. Her pontoon boat was old and worn, but she kept it in good, serviceable condition. It didn't have to be pretty, as long as it got the job done.
A glimmer of light from among the rocks caught her attention. Amanda's brown eyes turned towards the light, searching for its source. She paddled the boat closer, being careful to avoid the rocks in the shallower part of the bay. She'd scavenged from many a sunken boat that hadn't been careful enough around those rocks, and she didn't intend for her boat to join the rotting wooden skeletons of the depths.
She pulled in closer to shore, spotting the gleam of something metallic. She pulled the boat right up to a sandy part of the shore, hopping out and pulling a rope out along with her. She tied the rope to a tree at the edge of the beach, securing the boat against the tides. Among the scattered tidepools past the beach, she spotted the gleaming metal of an object half-buried in the sand. She hurried over to it, kneeling down alongside it and calling on her magic. Within moments, scoops of sand started flying away, hurled by telekinetic force as she worked to uncover the buried object.
