Just a quick update before I jump into the prompt: I have been working on the extended version of Sanctuary, which you guys voted for me to write in my Story Time poll. I know I should have had it up earlier, but hopefully you’ll forgive me. If we’re lucky, I might be able to get it up today. Two stories in one day!
Anyway, on to the prompt.
Motley’s life was not an exciting one. The tide, sea storms, the daily catch of fish and the constant bickering with his brother Ratsy never changed. That is, until she came.
Motley had seen plenty of humans before, enough to know this one was different. She washed up with the morning tide, battered and bloodied with the tail of a fish and a screaming bundle in her arms. With what seemed like her last bit of strength she pushed the screaming bundle, a baby, onto the beach and let the tide carry her back out to sea.
This was new.