They had emerged onto a walled space that looked straight out over the water.

Hundreds of lights dotted the purple darkness and the air held the mingled fragrance of sea and roses.

"This isn't so punk, you know," continued Perry, leaning over the wall.

"Maybe this would suit me as well as an island." "You're on an island," Ossie reminded him.
"I meant a real island," murmured Perry.

Ossie was about to argue the matter when footsteps approached and they moved off again.