Life at sea is more delicious, the old saying goes. It couldn't be more wrong.

It's all about seasickness, water leaking over the bow, fish leaping onto the deck as the waves crash against the hull, but it's all for the sake of science and that rewarding payment for researching marine life that will give you the opportunity to move not only to dry land but also a comfortable writing position so you won't have to suffer on the open sea anymore. Although there's been something strange lately, not like usual, if not... chilling, maybe?

Those whale songs are strange, not only because there are no whales in the sea when they are heard, but because they sound more like a mating song, a solitary one. The second strange thing was the pink shells that started appearing on deck, always near the area that leads to your cabin, pieces that are difficult to find unless they are in the depths... And the cherry on the cake was that newt that appeared one night in front of the stern, looking at you with sad eyes while he held out the shells in his hand, humming the mating song of whales, probably thinking that you were his mate that he had been looking for for so long.