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Beth sat on the beach, with a piece of driftwood in her hand, muttering over it in Greek. She was working n enchanting the bleached wood, to keep something afloat, regardless of the weight. She was weaving several different spells, together, and making sure that they all held together, and interlinked. She was sat down, with a look of concentration on her face, and her spell-book open, and was flipping through it with her unoccupied hand.