The odd little ship had come to the end of it's journey. The humans had thankfully realised it. She hadn't expected them to burn it. Fire was not something she had seen before, but the Whale had known what it was. He had told her to be weary of fire. She hadn't tried to touch it. She could feel the heat from where she put her face above.

Fire was confusing to her. It danced and flickered and touched everything in it's way, but everything went right through it. It was like air – it couldn't pierce the water. It made fire unnecesseary.

Down in the bottom of the sea lay the motionless ship. No crevice was left unexplored. There was nothing in there. She could still imagine the very sunlike human wandering about doing human things. The odd little ship was not much different from other ships she'd seen.

The new ship had stronger colours than the odd little ship. It had a strange creature on the front. The creature was the colour of the very sunlike human's hair. Even when she didn't know what it represented, she found it acceptable. The ship wore the colours of danger, those that told others it was poisonous to eat. That was a colour for both prey and predator.

She found a curious hole at the side of this new ship. How did it not sink? But the hole was not there to fill the ship with water. It looked like it was there deliberately. It closed up and yawned open. Was it alive? She dared not peek in, in case the humans were around.