Dawn’s touch turned the shallow’s sea to blood. Roiling, foaming ebb and flow. The weak pulse of a dying beast spewing the night’s poisons from its gully: bones of ships and forsaken cargo, bloated corpses of marine denizens buoyed by their gasses, slimey ropes of kelp and seaweed trailing from the sandy deeps…<br/><br/>This dawn had a mourner; a robust figure meandered along the hissing foam, inspecting the contents of the sea’s expulsion. A lily-skinned woman, who’s form knew not of starvation, with salt and sands and seafoam crust alone to clothe her.