Blackbeak Bluff correct and magnificent

There was a prickling at the back of Miska's neck. When he turned around, the dark silhouette of his younger self stared back at him, like a ghost summoned to judge his progress through life so far.

Miska grinned wide; a frightening display of thick, yellowed canines. He was proud of every second.

"You want try push Miska, small baby?" he called. "You come close. We play." Perhaps he would get to see meat on the ocean's black teeth.