Wheeling Gull Isle MMMbop!

He heard her, too; shrill vice rising over the seagull's din. And he heard him, his brother shouting.

Simeon was not far behind, heeding the call, rather than fleeing from it. 

Blood rushed in his ears just as it sprang from the waters. Violent, frothing. He could hardly see them in the fray.

Hold on! he shouted. For the second time this week, he plunged into the sea, waves breaking over his head so unlike the peace of his baptism. The name John had whispered to him rang in his heart: Simeon Gabriel.

God is my strength.

And Simeon gasps - heart thrumming, legs shaking, lungs weak against the burn of the sea, but he surfaces like leviathan, teeth glinting in the sun, and joins Judah in striking the beast, aiming for anywhere he might find purchase.