Sam stood on the beach of the treasure /coast/ shortly before /sunrise/. How he got there was a bit of a mystery to him, since his home was nearly 30 miles away and his work 12. He stared out over the smooth expanse of water upon which an occasional /bubble/ from a fish, or perhaps methane jet, appeared.
Sam had /lost/ his job the day before following a /conflict/ with his boss, who was a regular /churl./ Sam had called him a cultureless neanderthal. It was true enough. His boss's lack of /passion/ for this job rankled Sam.
Sam left in a huff, but didn't take his car; he wanted a clear head when driving. But it grew dark, and he had become disoriented, confused as to his location. He found himself limping along as deserted highway. Clouds had rolled in; he had been unable to get his location from the stars.
He walked to the water's edge, and after a brief moment of /indecision/ removed his shoes to /rinse/ and cool his aching feet.
It wasn't long before he heard a pitiful mewing behind him. He turned to find a black /cat/, pure black, with a single /pearl/ on its collar. It ran off and returned several times, as if asking Sam to follow. Sam got the message, picked up his shoes, and followed. Behind a dune that was 500 yards farther down the beach, he found a dark man waiting. The man stared at Sam until he became uncomfortable with the silence. But the cat continued its mewing, as if in /despair/.
"Are you all right?" asked Sam. But the dark man continued to stare at Sam, and made no comment.
Confused, Sam changed his question. "Is there something you want?"
The dark man nodded slowly, but didn't speak.
Sam decided to ask one more question. "And that is?"
The dark man spoke with a voice that seemed to originate from a bottomless pit, and he said only two words. "Your soul."