"You aren't welcome here!", they said pointing at the 'No Leviathans' sign clearly nailed to the tavern entrance. Sighing, he turned and shuffled off, in tow the only friend he'd ever known. The unlikely duo had come to form an alliance, bonding in these dire times. For what good is a washed up sea monster without the tide to hunt and roam? Or, for that matter, what good is a thread loose old bear without an admiral's spirit or bones? No, he agreed for them both, together was better, even when alone.
