A few months after she came of age, the girl child and her brother sat on their grandparent's porch on the north side of the island. Grandma was instilling her with tales of woe and pregnancies too young, hoping perhaps that she would pay a little more heed than her mother had. Though the first time she had set eyes on her daughters lover with his dreamy eyes she had blessed them both. Some things are meant to be she would tell the gossips and disapproving neighbours.

The little girl's mum had arrived, the famous glint washed away with tens of tears, the smile no longer gracing her face.

"There has been a terrible thing and the love has gone"

That said she scooped her children into her trembling arms and returned to a manless house.

Just as the house lay empty in wait for the family, its spirit broken, the waters around the island lay still that night. The years of egg theft had decimated the turtle population. A woman lay alone in her bed, weeping for a lost love. A lone frightened turtle lay beyond the reef, crying for a mate.