Curiosity gets the better of you and you begin to walk toward the unattended purse, keeping a watchful eye on its owner.
The purse rests in a divot in the the sand next to the fold up chair. As you get closer you notice more fine details such as the color, dark sienna, and the fact that it appears to be made out of leather.
Stitched into the purse's side in fancy aqua blue lettering you read the word "Kairi", which may be the name of the Azumarill, or it could be a brand name for all you know.
For now, you pudh that out of your mind and press onward.
When you come close to the outer wall, you stop, then look up to survey the area.
The purse handles both hang over to one side, which so happen to be the one you're on, and s long dangling thing that might be a zipper.
You fervently hoped that the girl was careless and left her purse open,, otherwise,, if the zipper is closed then there's no way you're going to get in there.
Well, there's of one way to find out. You crack your knuckles, take in a deep breath, and begin the arduous climb.
Like an ant that crawls up a stick, you slowly but surely make your way up the side of the purse, thankgully finding plenty of handhold in the porous material.
It doesn,'t take you long to reach ybe per of your climb, and soon you reach the zipper seam.
The zipper is mostly closed, though there is still a sizable through which you can peet into. You kneel down towards the edge and try to get a better look inside.
At first, you can't see anything; the sun's rays are mostly blocked by the beach umbrella.
After some time however and much squinting, you can make out
several objects in the darkness, though exactly what they are is still vague and undefined.
Now the question is,you want to jump in and check it out.