Albacore Around My Neck
"Albacore Around My Neck" is a Chronicle in the form a dialog between The Eel and Neptune Slaughter.
Albacore Around My Neck
"It is, what do your Spirit Rectors call it during their Sea Chapel broadcast? — an albacore around your neck."
"An albatross. They call it an albatross."
"Albatross."
"Yes. The bird."
"It flies?"
"Yes, the albatross flies. Like most birds."
"Bah. Loathsome are the Air Pushers. Well then, the albacore comes later, doesn't it? Better yet, let the waves pull you under sooner."
"The waves shall not pull me under. In fact —"
"In fact, I shall pull you under like a Vortex jelly drowning a pod of whales. Be still, you waste precious time, teardrops through the Klepsydra."
"In fact, rescue is at hand, my agents arrive: already I begin to rise from the water."
"A harbinger wave, foreswelling an usually large Bathic Tentacle, rising from Septic Abyss to investigate your tissue."
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