"Got anything yet on that map? Plan B is going for a salty swim. Normally that wouldn't be a problem. But those circling fins are starting to make a landlubber out of me!"
An otter, clad in a worn leather cloak, clings to the mast of a crude log raft in the middle of a raging sea at midnight, its eyes wide with determined courage. A tiny brown otter, a seafarer, perches on a wooden box by the lantern, consulting a damp nautical chart. Lightning illuminates towering black ...