At dawn the next morning the River Runner was anchored off a small cove. Steep cliffs surrounded the bay and a smile of white sand welcomed the launch as Aveley and Runion rowed towards the shore. There were only gulls to herald their arrival, or at least that was what the pair hoped. The air was cool and they could see low cloud hanging along the cliff line. The surf broke gently onto the beach and the tide assisted in their passage to the shore. Behind, the safety of the boat called back to them and uncertainty beckoned them on to the isle.