The sound of waves crashing into the rocks was drowned out by the shouts of happy children playing. A tall kid in soaked clothes grabbed a rope and swung out over the sea, letting go and plummeting onto an unsuspecting child. A shriek broke through the waves and the happy shouts ceased to exist. Heads turned toward the sound. The tall kid was already climbing up the staircase cut into the cliff and didn't notice the child in peril, below. Someone leaped off the cliff and into the water. Someone raced up the path to the village. Someone extracted the kid from the water. No one called 113. Someone laid in bed for a week before succumbing to their injuries. Everyone blamed Ettor.