When the middle of the island eroded, and the homes were moved away, and the trees had fallen down, the sand was so narrow that you could hear two sets of waves lapping against the shoreline. The sounds of life were everywhere here, and at every hour of the day, and sometimes at every hour of the night.

Chief Mustapha has left the island. Mendehun, originally the main town, is under water. Timenihun, the town in the middle of the island, was the first to go. Most of the population have long since moved to safer ground. Some determined residents remain on the diminishing stretch of sand, but the Island as it once was, is no more.