Wheeling Gull Isle Damselfish

but lestan was sick.
he had not slept well among the tumbled boulders, and crawled from among them with a rather greenish look to his face.
biled rabbit was thrown up onto the water's edge, and the mayfair huddled pitifully in the sand. "no," he told the other man, "b-but not because i-i'm sick. because i-i'm scared."
what would he find? blossom, sound? or more likely, bones. desiccation. death.
he feared it! and found himself now whimpering with the horror of his mind's twisting thoughts.