Ankyra Sound straight down out of the world with my fingers

they peered at the island in the distance. to loko, it reminded him of the low shoulders of a half-submerged beast. lurking.

he'd stayed in the water when he followed sobo. something about having the seafloor beneath him secured his fraying nerves; as if he walked on the island, his soul would be claimed the same as mireille's. "no. i did not smell them." should he have? had he let maman and sapphique down?

"i fell. de cliffs be slippery." he was standing now, owning a sheepish grin to assure maman he was okay. "do you think de island wolves be responsible?"