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What a lovely little bay. The fierce drift that sent me here might have been a gift of providence. The water’s warmer here, true, but hardly a threat to me. Make sure; there may not be enough food here. But it does seem pleasantly free of anemones and it’s far too shallow for those bastard turtles. Yes, I think this might just –
Ah! Warmblood! Get away from me, blowhole, I’m trying to feed! Stop thrashing!
Good, it’s gone. God, I hate those long-finned land dolphins.
Oh, the water here is fresh, from the drift that brought me. Lots of plankton flow with the tides, and plenty of smaller fish. A good ridge of plain hard rock, just the place to leave my eggs. I’m tired of drifting with the current. Now I can live out my days in peace and quiet; a perfect place for me to retire.
Drift. Filter. Filter. Drift. Ha, a pilchard. This really is a most suitable -
Ugh! Another warmblood! Go away!
Really, the neighbors around here are terrible. Can’t a body take in a bit of plankton without some stupid long-fin swimming into one’s way?
And another! Now that really is the limit!
That’s it, the next tide should be up soon and I’ll be away with it. I’ll find some place a little less –
BOULDER!