Stavanger Bay i'm feeling cold, cold to the bones

it was low tide when the girl struck down the beach, her limbs moving in a seamless lope along the compacted sand. here was the part of stavanger she had yet to fully witness -- the floodplain that surfaced when the tide sucked out through the bay.

so far, it seemed like any other fore-shore - sand, bits of water, lots of rocks, angry displaced aquatic residents. they were lucky she had eaten her fill earlier in the day, or else her teeth would have been upon them with rapacious delight.

she paused as she came across a horse-shoe crab making its way slowly towards another tidepool. she did not like the look of the thing's tail, but wasn't smart enough to stay exactly out of its reach. like any stupid dog would do, she buried her face right into its backside -- and was rewarded with a sharp clout of its rigid and whip-like tail.

she leapt back like a stunned cat, snapping at the air angrily between them. ruefully she decided to stalk it relentlessly down the shoreline, pestering it every few seconds before leaping quickly out of the way of its heavy tail.