"I am the keeper of Aby's precious memories, from the crushing deep where the only light is from the lantern lady and the eyes of the ghost fish. Where the bloom rises and the current is gentle and the whales go to sing their last songs. I remember those that fall and those that come and I taste anything the sea has to offer."

A brilliant colorful feathered bird takes that moment to land on the railing of the boat.

"Beautiful." Keeper jots it with a tendril then pulls in the suddenly limp creature and stuffs it in his bell. "Tastes a bit odd though."