Stavanger Bay Ahoy! lets trouble the water!

Good riddance. Foxglove thought, watching, how the chocolate furred female left the scene, and then returned to her clawed foot. What was one man's treasure, was other man's trash - she chewed and gnawed diligently until bit by bit the mumified remnants of someone's limb had disappeared in her belly. With this task finished (no pesky seals would go looking for that thing, where it was now) - she dug herself a nice pit in the sand and took a nap.