Stavanger Bay when he was a boy he wanted to play down by the sea

sandpiper, like raptor, had found the sun's generous bounty pleasing -- and had elected to go for a stroll while the weather was still fair. she was not far along the swash-line when she saw a shadowed form interrupt the gently rising tide; at first, she assumed it some rotted corpse. as she drew closer, she saw its fur was not matted, its sides not bloated -- and the peculiar arrangement of its limbs skyward clued her in it was no dead seal, but a crewmate.

she hadn't seen raptor in a while, and her tail wagged as she recognized him. she slowed as she came closer, noticing a dark pall to her friend's countenance. her brow scrunched, and she quietly murmured "you okay?" her gaze slid to the bubbling brine around him, unsure of why he had not even bothered to move from the sea's lapping touch.