One of the people rushing down to the shore was a young woman. Her name was Susan Thorn. She wanted the coal to sell so she could afford a horse. She dreamed of becoming a jockey all her life, ever since her mother told her about how fast the horses could fly down the track. Susan tore down the beach side until she reached the wreck. She searched the entire boat but came up empty handed. She sighed and went to leave the beach which was becoming quite crowded. Her foot caught on something buried in the sand and she fell roughly on the sand. She cursed loudly. She stood up and dusted herself off and turned to scowl at the object that tripped her but stopped when she found what it was.