Salt, salt everywhere, in his hair, in his eyes, burning his tongue. Acrid sea water crashed against jet black rocks. Splashing upward, on to the cliff edge and spraying down on to him. The sea was far from calm, and Kieran’s spot of the cliff was compromising. It didn’t matter. It had to be done today. He resolved to wait on the cliff edge. He didn’t need to wait long. All at once the water stilled. Kieran peered over the edge, and saw a reflection that wasn’t his in the waters still surface. He took a breath in, and jumped.