Stavanger Bay waterslide

The stranger was pleasant with her body language. She didn’t appear to be bothered that he’d intruded on… whatever it was she was doing. Swordfish followed the sway of her tail and took it as an invitation to draw nearer. His heavy-lidded stare shifted to the waters where he saw the glimmer of fish scales caught in sunlight.

Ya fishin? he asked her in a monotonous drawl.

Pulling his gaze from the prey, Swordfish looked over her shape with some small interest. She did not carry the scent of a pack on her. He wondered if she’d just washed in, carried by the waves and crashed against the shore.