The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

You hear loud music, from a good distance away. Loud, happy music. You see some kind of beach party, farther down the shore. There appears to be a bonfire, food, a band, the whole works.


You're filled with longing. You've always wanted to join those parties, ever since you and mom would walk along the beach on those cool summer nights, hunting for shells, and you'd see the party in the distance. But mom wouldn't let you join the parties. She'd always say the same things: you're too young, we don't know who they are, it's too late in the night, and so on. Stupid mom.


Stupid mom.


Oh, jeez, some girl's looking at you! You need to pay more attention!


You hurry behind some trees. You watch the young girl talk to some adult at the party, pointing at where you are hiding. The adult glances in your direction, then returns to the party, obviously unconcerned.

There aren't a lot of hiding places on this beach. If you want to get a closer look at this party, you'd better be careful. What will you do?