Serpentine tails slicing the swell, mouths full of needles gnashing at the waves, spine down their backs like dorsal fins of deep tuna. Eyes as big as her fist, yellow and slitted like a cat’s. She’d seen their pictures painted on drinking-house walls, the backs of playing cards, tattooed down the arms of her countrymen. She’d thought them long dead and gone. But then, she’d thought the same of thunder tigers.
Sea dragons.