A little joy for someone living on an island is to walk along the coast, possibly barefoot on a sandy shore, seeing all manner of debris that the currents and waves have unloaded there. Plastic bottles or their tops are particularly common, as is wood from some dismembered crates or pieces of coloured rope that have become fed up of being tied up. Worthless though they are, in the eyes of a child they must appear as treasures offloaded from some pirate ship.

Very rarely, the same sea that washes this island's littoral brings with it a real treasure, even to the eyes of an adult. It needn't be the fabled padlocked chest of gold and jewels but something more valuable.....someone more precious.