As I softly rock in my tiny boat, the emerald sea reminds me of its danger. The line in the creating waves will catch nothing in the primordial sea. I was thinking to catch some tuna or maybe something bigger, but alas nothing eats away at the rope. I feel my vessel of death rocking aggressively. It stops so suddenly, it couldn’t just be the sea. It starts to rain, getting harder and harder.

Then, it hits.

The sea rocks like a hurricane. My line is obliterated. I see the darkest shadow under my boat; a huge, towering shadow. The shadow rises up and overtakes my boat. I try to swim back, but I’m too far out, I’m at the will of the sea. The shadow comes towards me and tries to eat me. I barely escape it’s gaping jaws. The saturated blue stings my eyes as I see his giant, Ruby eye. The whale’s beauty distracts me from the danger. He senses my awe and he rises out of the sea. I gain my senses, and look him in his bright maroon eyes. He speaks to me in his booming, powerful voice.

“I’m already tracer.”