Wisdom of the crocodiles

Turned out, the boys tail pulling direction chooser had sent him west, which wasn’t really a problem, he supposed, although there wasn’t really a lot west of Valhalla. That was how he ended up swimming out to this weird looking rock, Arvid yelling at him from the beach, like, maybe it’s a bad idea to go swimming, in the dark, out to some strange island that he couldn’t quite make out under that strange ol’ full moon that wouldn’t quite go away… it was all too strange. Too strange for the scaredy hog maybe! Arne wasn’t afraid, he wanted to see what was out there!

The Jarvela finally managed to pull himself up onto the rocky shore, a distant pool glowing with the light of the reflected moon. Hey, that looked pretty cool. He could hear nails clicking on the rocks ahead, the dragging of scaled skin sliding across rocks. It may as well have been daylight for all the light coming from the moon above. It just left a strange blue tint to everything.

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