Ankyra Sound a shadow of the past

the overcast afternoon has quelled the seastorm that had riled the ocean earlier that morning; the waves calming as their rage abated. jetsam and flotsam wash upon the frothy shore; normal.

until, it wasn't.

an unusually large lump of seaweed washes upon the shore; hard to discern what was cradled in it's tangled grasp. a brown ear rises out of the tangled mess. isengard, more waterlogged than he was anything else, drew in small, shallow breaths.

he is unconscious; worse for wear from the unforgiving embrace of the sea.

but he is alive.