Stavanger Bay Memories that Drive me

she spoke a lot, and some part of him dreaded it.

mainly for the fact that she described beasts he had only heard nightmare stories of. slobbering, ghastly things. his ears seemed to momentarily sweep aside for it. airplaned, almost feline like in the brief scrunching of his appearance.

she was right. he didn't want to hear about these things.

jus' explorin'. i'm of de sea. he boasted a bit, huffing some with his own sense of pride. an' where do you be goin'? after, uh, dis swim?