Every Islander's Dream !

The ocean supplies more than just sustenance - it supplies dreams, food, water, portage - and glass balls from eons ago!
DB (the seal whisperer) and I were parked on a convenient bench, nattering on as one does while waiting for our resident monk seal to put in an appearance, when - with an oath, quickly followed by "I have a knife and I will use it on you, this is mine!" uttered, DB sprinted down to the beach to retrieve the find of a lifetime, the glass ball incoming with the waves!
WELL !
He moved a lot faster than I could and claimed it, while I guarded his camera, shoes et al, as he went into the waves to retrieve it. No one else on this stretch of beach, and it was quickly popped into a nocuous white plastic bag (for security purposes, you understand) after I'd gotten a few fotos of the sealife clinging to the ropes. There was a gorgeous small crab and lovely mussel-like things white with a red/orange stripe anchored by a geoduck-like muscle, and there were tiny, tiny mussels looking like grains of sand, and some beautiful green algae fronds. It had been in the water for awhile, as first one and then the other loops of rope at the top broke off.
He did acknowledge that he really should offer it to me (knowing I would snap it up in a heartbeat!), but that sentiment lasted for about as long as the utterance. People have been killed for such balls - no, thank you - another day!

Kea didn't beach until about 2:27PM that afternoon - me long gone.