“Yeah.” Cerulean looked up and down the beach. “Ambassador Lyra's field notes don't say anything about tides, but a storm could push waves pretty far up on the beach. I hadn’t noticed it before, but the sand’s wet, maybe from that storm that’s out there or maybe from waves. We've got to think of somewhere we can put the box where it won't get washed away, but also where somepony will see it.”