Sequoia Coast i'm scared by the way that my life's getting gone

@hatshepsut

Caiaphas stood at the swashline where the blackened gout of seakelp roiled, swayed by grey-flecked crests of seawash. The ocean looked dull, cold silver metal in color and colder even than the frigid air that sharply bit Caiaphas' triangular ears.

She had no intention of fording its depths -- not far down the strand was the inlet that lead to Wheeling Gull Isle -- and closer even was the dark swath of water where Atlas had been claimed. She looked in this direction for some time, her expression stormy -- and despite the wind that howled about her, she did not move.