Wheeling Gull Isle belief

Mojag looked around and saw only the chaos of the sea, which to him was frightening, but at the same time it was sort-of pretty; it did smell good, and he liked to think this area was nice when it was calm, you just had to find it on the right day.

We could call it... Here, his face scrunched with thought.

Hmm, I don't know. All the words I know are from my anaa, so they won't mean much to you. That didn't dissuade him though. The boy looked inquisitively towards Bartholomew and remembered rather suddenly, another name he'd given while on the island: Psalm! Heda and I found a turtle and named him Psalm. Maybe something like that?