Cerulean Cape creep eastward

Not a soul to be found here on the promontory, and not a worthwhile morsel in the tide pools, either. Sobo searched through three, stirring the water with his paws and peering into the darkness but failed to find anything more exciting than a sea cucumber. Sometimes octopi got swept up in the current and deposited in pools where there was no escape, but he was not so lucky today.

Chewing the inside of his cheek, Sobo turned away from the pools to look out over the ocean. A huge bird drifted on the sea winds the likes of which he did not know. Owls could be heard hooting in the forests at night, occasionally, but Sobo had never before seen one, nor the gleaming intelligence of their eyes. Certainly not out over the sea like this one.

Sobo paused there on the cape to watch it struggle against the wind, wondering if it was far from home too.