Wheeling Gull Isle Ohana means family.

Though he had turned away, the sea still called. He heard the voice of the Mothers with every low woosh of waves breaking along the gentle shoreline. A memory, first formless, was wrought into being; crystallized. Whip thought he heard the priestess, her voice like wind. Then came the thrashing. The screaming.

The infinite and unfathomable cold.

Towhee's eye caught him and Whip found himself anchored in the present. Still, he cast his gaze away with shame unspoken. He lingered near Sialuk, thankful that she could exist here as a buffer of sorts. It took much of the pressure off.

She called him forward and Whip approached. Requests were made, and Whip knew in an instant how he could be of use. It had been some time since he'd fished -- but he was certain the art hadn't changed.

"I'm alright." A lie. "I can handle the fish."