Rivers in your mouth

From the edge of the mangrove it wasn’t too long of a swim to the outlying island. Judging from the location she’d run into Scully it wasn’t entirely impossible that they’d come to hide out on the island. At the same time, however, she certainly hoped he wouldn’t allow a 6 month old pup to make such a swim. Ocean currents, she was quickly coming to find, were much stronger than currents in most lakes. More than once it threatened to pull her out to sea and she had to fight harder to get to where she was going, leaving her panting for breath once she’d pulled herself ashore.

She plopped her butt down on the sandy shore, giving herself a few moments to catch her breath as she scanned the surrounding area. She could see some kind of great structure peeking out from the tree tops and odd, tropical sounding birds sang their cawing songs. Strange items littered the shore, ones she’d never seen before. Just a few feet away, an oddly shaped stick with several pointy bits poking out like a porcupine on one end laid slightly buried in the sand (a hairbrush). Her brow raised at this. More and more she was beginning to question what sort of land they’d come across.