Wheeling Gull Isle OTHELLO, I WILL AVENGE YOU

The name was as beautiful as the woman! Wednesday could have swooned, but maintained her stature of brutal indifference. The other knew such indifference was only who she was, but it did not extend to her; she too was fond of this one, in a way different than anything she had experienced. Wednesday was no tender woman, but felt she could be for this one.

Our leader knows me as Great White, she informed, so the other would not be confused. I call myself nothing. I have never wished to be known. I wish to, now, if only by you. But I have nothing to give you, in name. Wednesday was born on Wednesday. But she did not identify as this name; she identified as what served her in the moment. 'Monster', 'Ghost', 'Murderer'—the list went on. But she did not wish the other to know her by such monikers!