Ankyra Sound the old cook came on deck sayin, fellas, it's too rough to feed ya

archiving <3

mahler regarded her stonily as she castigated him, and then departed, offended. the musiker had always found those of his kind rather riddled with hysteria; it seemed the female of his own species was rather burdened with the lion's share of this malady.
tucking away this perceptive and altogether prejudiced view, the man rose and walked along the strand, until seawater wet his paws and his lilac gaze searched for the telltale cut of a dark fin in the brine.