Dragoncrest Cliffs bowstring

ancelin was quickly discovering he was a poor swimmer.
he had not seen such a large body of water before, but even the tidepools stumped him. 
he gathered small game from inland: weasels, stoats, marmots, pika, mice, rabbits, moles, shrews, and once a piece of moose flesh he had found from a half-rotted corpse. not great, but something.
the idea of seafood evaded him, but ancelin found himself in front of the ocean again. he was thinking about arielle, aimlessly scuffing sand up from the shallows, when something glimmered below, deeper.
something sky blue.