Dragoncrest Cliffs Steer clear of the sun

The whale didn't move an inch, but the rattling bones gave the impression of momentum and Ray's imagination filled in the rest. It loomed over him, the bared ribs resembling a great cage that might lurch forth at any moment to clap him in cartilaginous chains for the rest of his young life.

Ray quailed and cowered with flattened ears when the whale bones boomed another command, followed by the wet slap of blubber against the side of his face. A thin stream of urine began to trickle through the pale gold fur of his leg and into the sand below.

With his tail pressed as hard against his belly as he could manage, Stingray squeaked out a tiny, please! This wasn't just his punishment for taunting the whale ghost. This was his punishment for gorging himself on it every chance he got since Mercy left. His punishment for coming again with the same intent now that Swordfish was having an adventure without him.

Now that he had found his voice, terrified and cracking though it was, Ray couldn't seem to stop, rendering him unable for now to hear Suzu's laughter over his own pleas. P-please let me go! I'll never eat another whale again! I'll never even look at another whale! Ever! As long as I live! I swear it on my life and on my mom's life and my dad's life!