Needing transportation
Judy didn’t waste a second. She swapped her damp clothes for something clean, then stuffed food, water, and a flashlight into a backpack. Her boots crunched against gravel as she marched toward the only boat rental shack in town. The shack looked as tired as the weathered coastline around it, its tin roof sagging heavily. Nets hung in loose tangles along the walls, giving the place a forgotten air, as if time rarely passed here.
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