Summer 1870 – The River That Splits the World in Two

 

The fishman lowered himself into a squatting position. He kept his hands at his sides with palms up. Father lowered himself as well, his hands mirroring those of the fishman.   The fishman did not blink. I thought for a moment. I realized that I had seen few of the inhabitants of the inner landsea blink. 

The rest of the fishman’s party remained standing. They held no weapons but the claws on their hands and feet looked sharp enough. Thorton-Syme kept his rifle lowered but I saw his index finger wrap around the trigger.