How self does love writing a good horror story. She started this one a few days ago:
She and the captain were the first to spot the Longnecks. A pod of them. Bulging foreheads cleaving the ink-dark sea. The creatures moved quickly, beaching on the ice shelf and shedding their fur with great, tearing sounds. At first she thought it was merely the ice cracking, separating from the mother glacier.
(When everyone else writes about global warming, self writes about global freezing. Go figure)
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.