Battered by the sea, I was adrift in a small stolen timber vessel upon the waters which bound the islands. The rocks rose sharply from the tempestuous ocean surface, jagged and gnarled. I was unsure this boat would withstand the waves let alone a collision with the cliffs which creeped ever closer. Then I saw it again, there on a ledge of the cliff, its surface was in constant motion like the sea, but seemed to be contained within an exterior form. My measuring equipment was showing huge spikes. I hope I make it back to dry land to document this formally.