Time seemed to still, breath halted, deep in the cool shadows of the water. Salt mixed with fresh, making his vision blur slightly. Ships and clippers glided past overhead, their hulls a long way above him. The thing he’d been tracking had led him this far, deep into the under-belly of Boston Sea-scape. The Charles river had deepened in the past hundred and twenty years, allowing all sorts of crafts to pass through.
Crafts, and something else. Movement to his right. A tail--There! Breaking out of his slow drift downward, he shot off after his prey. Managing to catch it on his claws, he yanked back, hard, feeling hard scales give way to soft flesh give way to dark blood. Releasing one clawed hand, he slammed a fist down on the head of the creature, knocking it out, before making for the surface as quick as he could.
