It was pitch-black, for it was night above the chop-chop, with no moon to provide even a little light. The ancient coral spires stood, wickedly sharp and unmoving, mocking him in the darkness. The greenie harness chafed and rubbed Gray raw under his fins and belly. How Takiza had managed to weave it was a marvel. The frilly betta took a long strand of greenie in his mouth and looped through the water this way and that, almost faster than the eye could see. When it was done, Gray didn’t know what to make of it. But now that the harness was on him, he knew exactly what it was—a torture device. “Can I take a break, Shiro?” Takiza released a frustrated whoosh of water from his gills. “You may loaf after you have mastered this exercise. Unfortunately, you have all the grace of a pregnant sea cow, and I despair of you ever completing this task.” Gray muttered underneath his breath, “I’ll give you a pregnant sea cow . . .”
What do You think about The Battle Of Riptide (2011)?
