Cerulean Cape Sailor's Melody

west is the ocean - you won't get very far. val's gaze couldn't help but turn to the sounding surf. and the north is cold.

he didn't mind cold, but he did mind bears. for a moment they were both silent as louis studied the ocean. val imagined the tide had somehow crept closer.

i suppose it ends at some point, but must be very far from here. i've never heard of anyone trying to swim across. it would be a death-wish -- one that caused his insides to curdle. there is an island down by where the river meets the sea, but careful. the ocean is not like a lake. its currents can drag you in and drown you.

images of shivering blue swirled in his mind -- the distant, barely audible gasp of bubbles.