They’d all moved to the upper deck to enjoy the morning sunlight and views of the bay while they talked.… Read more Chapter 7: Psychological semaphore

I pause at the sliding glass back door, standing on the porch with our cloak draped over our left arm,… Read more Chapter 6: The childrens’ lair

Erik has made up his mind to not climb back into the cabin. He’ll stay right where he is until… Read more Chapter 5: Pain in the aft

And there’s my mom. I turn away, and hunch over our egg, acutely aware of her approach across the back… Read more Chapter 4: Wishing for Grendel’s mother

Erik is talking to Erik and the cuttlecrabs about how he got to be sitting on a boat on the… Read more Chapter 3: Forward chatter

It’s not a small house. Ours is not a small family, on either side of it. This is mostly my… Read more Chapter 2: If Grendel didn’t eat anybody

I have the weirdest feeling. One I’ve personally never had before. I should be writing. I’m an artist. Writing is… Read more Chapter 1: Fire ships