Water pours in through the holes .
Aie! (we're sinking!) Aie-ee!
They are sinking.
An eye looks though one of the holes.
The eyes vanishes...
...and is replaced by something more creepy.
A dermal denticle reaches down though the hole.
A juvenile small spotted cat shark has thumped into the cardboard box and attempted to get at what's in it.
Saint Malo looks at Saint Roley.
Aie-ee!
Saint Roley extricates his feet from the holes and clambers on top of Saint Malo.
He can't at first reach the dermal denticle.
But the cardboard box disintegrates further. The juvenile small spotted cat shark sinks lower, hooked by his dermal denticle. Saint Roley pecks at him sharply.
The dermal denticle and a small chunk of flesh detaches.
Now what?
The juvenile cat shark swims away, without his most prized dermal denticle.
Sheesh! What will ma say?
The box is now flat. It floats, undulating, with Saint Roley, Saint Malo and the chunk of cat shark flesh balanced on wet cardboard. Saint Malo's feet are still paddling, towards Cancale.
Saint Roley contemplates the potential source of energy.
Until recently, cat shark was used in Scottish fish and chip shops, and known as rock salmon.
So it must taste all right.
Saint Roley doesn't know that. But he boldly attacks it.
Erwk! The skin is like pumice! Who'd eat that stuff? He drops it.
Saint Malo picks it up.
He remembers an instruction, from somewhere, a folk memory: to release........stab and twist!
Success! The flesh comes away from the sharp dermal denticle.
Now they have dinner!
But no longer a vessel, because the cardboard is now in six parts.
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