Ankyra Sound there's an oily brine bilgewater baptism waiting below

there was a whirlpool here. he wondered how many had noticed it, and paid it no mind beyond their first impression.

he especially wondered how many had contemplated its passage to the beyond, as he did now.

lafayette knew what it was to be beneath the water. lungs filled, ceased to function. vision swam, darkened, faded. senses dissipated until all you knew was the water around you, and then you were one with the ocean, and all was black and muffled peace.

he looked upon the churning tide with a wistful expression. it would be easy. it would tug him away with no effort. and then he would be one with the sea, and joined again with his manman and papa val and others. . .

ma lanmè, why should i go on? lafayette asked her, his gaze plaintive toward the churning water. what more can i do here?

there was no answer, and the yearling sat with a heavy sigh, every muscle aching, twitching, to fling his body into the turbulent surf.