It Is Written

Louis-Claude has rowed Ageless all the way to Point Lowly.

Alors! says Louis-Claude. 

What is it? asks Ageless, aroused from a most pleasant torpor.

We have arrived at Point Lowly, says Louis-Claude. 

Then I may as well look around, says Ageless. Get my bearings. 

I should row you back to the marina, says Louis-Claude.

Plenty of time, says Ageless. Shall I drop over the side here?

All right, says Louis-Claude. I'll take a breather.

Ageless drops over the side of the dinghy.

A giant cuttlefish swims up from behind.

Hello stranger, says the giant cuttlefish.

Hello beautiful, says Ageless.

Come for the fun? asks the giant cuttlefish.

Maybe later, says Ageless. Right now I'm just looking.

I could show you around, says the giant cuttlefish. I'm not busy.

Don't you have eggs to lay? asks Ageless.

Already done it, says the giant cuttlefish. Want to see them?

Don't they all look the same? asks Ageless.

Yes they all look the same, says the giant cuttlefish. That's eggs for you. 

May as well take a look, says Ageless. I'm Lobster Guy, by the way.

Sepia apama, says the giant cuttlefish.

Aren't you all sepia apama? asks Ageless.

What's wrong with that? asks the giant cuttlefish.

It was years ago now, says Ageless, but I used to  know one called the Twitcher.

The Twitcher? asks the giant cuttlefish. Not THE Twitcher?

Probably, says Ageless. He nearly died, but was rescued and then went to Kas to meet his beloved where he did die or so we suspected.

We cuttlefish don't live long, says the giant cuttlefish.

So I've heard says Ageless. You die before your eggs hatch. So how come you've heard of the Twitcher?

It is written, says the giant cuttlefish.

Ageless is impressed wih this answer.

They have arrived at a reef.

Here we are, says the giant cuttlefish. These are my eggs, or .... maybe these are. 

She indicates several clutches of eggs, close to one another.

Exquisite, says Ageless. Thank you. Well I must go up now, my friend awaits, in his dinghy.

Will you come back, Lobster Guy? asks the giant cuttlefish.

I'll be sure to, says Ageless.

He rises to the surface, and looks around. 

Where is Louis-Claude?

There he is, some way off, talking to a bird that has landed on the bow of his dinghy.

The bird has black and white feathers, and thin orange legs, and could be Roo-kai. 

It's not so unlikely.