Wheeling Gull Isle kongeda

heda came awake with a gasp and a backpedal. "caracal!" she almost shouted, before realizing it was dead and remembering that such animals could not come from the water. she laughed until she cried, reaching out to touch its surface.
but before heda could settle the long debate over whether or not sharks are smooth or rough, something about the set of the dead teeth and the empty gills sickened her, sick, sick, sick; she scrambled away from caracal and vomited harshly until her stomach was only contracting.
how awful! "it's not —" you! the shark! but heda was overcome with a fresh wave of nausea, and only moaned.