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“That's what the ocean smells like!" And Harriet put her face close to the water and smelled the stiff tang of an ocean she had never seen; the salt smell that Jim Hawkins spoke of in Treasure Island. Crash of the surf; scream of strange birds and the white sails of the Hispaniola-like the white pages of a book-billowing against cloudless hot skies.
Death-they all said—was a happy shore.