The grave I managed to dig wasn't all that deep.

Not for lack of effort, but the soil by the cliff didn't go very far before it just turned into solid rock.

There were chunks of stone and clay, and roots.

So, my wish for Gregory to be able to stay by the sea, was a bitter one.

It took hours, but in the end, with the help of a spare oar for a shovel, at least I managed to build a mound.