Chapter 11 No.11

In Which I Am a Terrified Witness of a Wonderful Phenomenon

Evening was dropping down and I was woefully hungry. Being sure that the Wavecrest was safely moored to the body of the dead leviathan, I set about correcting the need which preyed upon me. I was thankful, indeed, that I had stocked my larder so well on that last day at Bolderhead. Ther