Stavanger Bay waterslide

Sunlight washed over the beach, hot and heavy against the young hunter’s thick coat. The waves that pushed against the shore were tempting. He knew that he could cool himself in the waters if he ventured out far enough. With a swim, he could gather enough fish to feed himself and the others he’d lost track of.

Squinting against the glint of the sun against the water, Swordfish caught sight of a stranger on the edge of the sea. She appeared to be staring intently into the blue depths. From a distance, he could only assume that she was attempting to catch something. As the boy drew closer, he wuffed a melancholy greeting to see if the fisher could be persuaded to catch him something too.