Blackwater Islands Testing our communication

hoping for uncle @Ego :D whenever you have time <3

The storm from the night before had gifted them many things. Creatures lined the beach, waiting to be collected and stashed. Blackwater would be fed for weeks with this blessing. The unnamed god was pleased and had sent the storm to show their pride in their followers. The storm had been awful; it raged all night, with gusts of wind that threatened to push over even the large form of the speaker at times. The rain had seemed never-ending, and it felt like tiny knives against his face. The wind sent large waved crashing against the shore, damaging anything that was unlucky enough to be caught there. 

It had seemed like misfortune but had actually been a gift; the demon could see that now.

So he spent the morning picking up, moving, and dragging various sea creatures to their caches. 

Currently, he tediously dragged a large shark from the sandy shore. It was heavy and he knew it would take some time to get to the first cache that was empty enough to store the large creature.