Stavanger Bay waterslide

She looked like a small shadow when compared to the glimmer-scaled fish that swam beneath her steady gaze. Swordfish regarded her in his lazy, heavy-lidded stare. The glint of silver in his eyes shifted to their target. Memories of a fish trap that he had constructed with Suzu flooded back into his mind. He wondered how well their contraption had worked, if someone else had claimed it as their own idea.

The dark woman said that they would need to be quiet now. She also offered to help him secure the kill, if he was not certain of himself. The bear-hunter frowned, almost thoughtful. He hunkered down near the edge of the water and watched the slithering of fish scales.

That one, he whispered, gesturing to a fish that had injured its fins and swam in a struggling half-circle. It was big and it would not be as quick as the others.