Dragoncrest Cliffs First thing I did was climb in to a rum bottle.

The seal hadn't meant to be caught between currents, but it had been, and as it was too young to be strong enough against the pull, it had been swept down in to the depths to suffocate; upon surfacing its body collided with the lowest range of beaches beneath the cliffs, and that was where Raimo had found it.

Bobbing, bloated and stiff, the tide slammed it against a henge of stonework as it tried to force it on to an embankment. Raimo worked his way along the beach quickly so that he would not be caught by the sweeping, frothing lip of the ocean; he grabbed for the creature's snout as it was the closest, and then worked to pull it up and away.

By the time he'd drawn it on to the dirt edge of the beach, the water was seeping in close. He could leave it there and hope the tide would carrying further while risking the loss of it, should the ocean draw it out instead, and decided to keep working alone. Inch by inch, the water rose. Inch by inch, the seal's soggy body moved.

It took Raimo a number of hours to pull the thing up to high ground, and at that point the water had begun to recede again. He was drenched and cold. The body sagged against the ridge where he'd propped it, with the sun beginning to dry its top line.