Stealthily they come. Sometimes one by one, sometimes by twos and other times in packs. But they come. Using distant off shore fog, dusk and darkness, even sea stacks as their cover they sleek seemingly unheard or sensed...
..but something primordial tells you it is there...lurking, waiting .....choosing it's time, it's moment....
..pulling it's arches, it's age old frame as it draws as close as the bottom of the sea will allow it and even then it will heave and mend, and grind and belch until soon oh very soon you will know...everyone from far and wide will know......it has arrived.
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