Calling this one The Rorqual. What the Rorqual is — well, you’ll just have to wait till the story’s finished to find out.
Setting: the Bering Sea
He remembered the day it all changed. It was the day they spotted a ship, sailing languidly along the ice-clotted harbor. It seemed meandering, yet sure of purpose. It drifted to shore, riding high in the water.
(And, just so you know, self knows absolutely nothing about ships or about seafaring or about the Bering Sea. Which is why she chose to write this story about ships and seafaring and the Bering Sea)
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.