The water became violent, thrashing about and making the very rocks under my boots vibrate.
The surface of the sea didn't just move; it began to spiral, forming a massive, frothing vortex that pulled the dark, oily film of the 'bitter dust' down into the depths to be shredded by the current.
I stood back, shielding the basket of cubs from the salty spray that was now flying into the air. My heart was pounding against my ribs. Seeing Damar like this—as a literal force of nature—was a reminder that as much as he was my gentle, protective husband, he was also a king of the wild.
After what felt like an eternity, the violent spinning reached the very bottom of the sea.
The whirlpool didn't stop or subside but kept rolling, and that made me wonder if we may have a 'little' problem in our hands. What do we do if the whirlpool refuses to subside?
Then, a few yards away, a silver head snake broke the surface.
