lost at sea

The sea often imparted wondrous treasures from its unfathomable depths -- and sometimes, it spat forth detritus. Caiaphas frequented the swashline, her keen eye ever fastened on every bit of flotsam and wealth the Mothers designated to the Sound's desolate shore.

It was not uncommon a corpse was discharged from the brine's hold -- usually waterlogged and tepid with rot. And as Caiaphas came across another corpse the Sea had rejected, she simply shook her head disparagingly -- it seemed the Goddesses had found this puppy unfit for the tenebrous threads of life, and had cut short its continuance.

Having never been one overwrought by sympathy, and not one naturally inclined towards compassion, Caiaphas strode right past the presumed corpse, continuing her rumination of the sea's rime.