I glance around. There’s a valley before the cliffs, and I can see straight through to the ocean on the other side of the island. Sitting on a rock, I cross my arms over my chest.
“Let’s think carefully,” I tell him. “There are a few easy spots to climb, it looks like. They should provide a clear view.” I gesture. “We can start with this end.”
Leaning back against a tree, Elliot frowns. “Do we need to climb multiple cliffs? Wouldn’t it make sense to divide this task?”
Splitting up is a bad idea, but each of these vantages should be visible from the other. We would save some considerable strength, too, if we split this particular labor.
I close my eyes, considering, but my brain is fuzzy, and my stomach rumbles loudly.
“Okay,” I concede reluctantly. “We’ll climb opposites sides. But you have to be careful, and no going off-course. We meet back up right here in the valley, got it?”
Elliot offers me his hand. “Deal,” he says.
I frown as I shake it. “Deal,” I mumble.
