Ankyra Sound There are 5.25 trillion pieces of plastic debris in the ocean.

The boy had learned to trust in his mother, even to stalk after her as she worked her tasks from day to day. He was still happy to patrol the rendezvous when both Erzulie and Rosalyn were busy elsewhere, but whenever he could, he'd find a way to follow after one of them and study whatever they were doing. It gave him the confidence to explore the territory; there was always someone present, even if Reyes occasionally got lost along the way. Aside from running in to the bear-like man (Vengeance) he had yet to be dissuaded from his adventures, and as a result Reyes had discovered a few secret spaces (which in all honesty, weren't secret at all,) and they'd become his backup haunts in moments of crises.

This wasn't one of those moments, but he'd dawdled too long while watching some gulls fighting over an angsty crab and he'd lost the trail of his mother Rosalyn; thus Reyes doubled-back to a series of tide pools to wait. Before long he was invested in the study of the pools: there were tiny fish trapped in one, some sort of pitiful mollusk in another, and in the largest one situated closest to the oncoming tide, a bizarre stick with a wing attached to it (humans call these umbrellas). It was a strange find, and at first Reyes wasn't sure what to do when he discovered it.

The object was partially buried in sand but the segment that was exposed fanned out, and he thought it looked like the wing of a bird, but it was bent and the flesh between the shining bones sagged in some places. It had a very peculiar color - and that's what lured him closer, that vibrant orange, the color of a sunset - but as he reached out to sniff at it, an angry little gust of wind caught at it and lifted the object partially free; the motion made him shuffle back and Reyes barked sharply in defiance, bristling and defensive, but not running from the potential threat.