gon wrassle me a shahk

The water was a cleanly and godly thing. Although most Abraxas might think fire or storms were worthy of awe in showing God's wrath, the bodies of water like this ocean showed a deeper type of hatred and death. Something so vast with the ability to take and give life, that was truly a godly presence. Its own depth and seemingly endless expanse could be directly a representation of God's own being as well as his power and control over the world and all that was.

Although he would have liked to stare at the water and ponder God's wonders, he could not forget he was here to capture fish. There was a festival going on and he needed the fish for the prized tickets. Obi stood with a stick ready to thrash any fish that swam by. Archon readied himself, then aimed, then launched.