Your IV Friday teaser

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    Time tripping, we speed to the left of the point, tracing the steep edge, all that face us are sheer cliffs of wet dark rock and an ocean frothing like it’s been poisoned. Smashing and exploding violently, the roar is deafening.
    It’s a paradox of sensations, the thick mist dulls sound, creating noise pockets that are suddenly nerve jangling loud as the wind funnels up toward us before being wiped quiet again in clinging moisture heavy with deadly cold.
    Every crosswind shoves the veil of dirty white cloud in bipolar seizures, zigzagging the view in endless strobes of seeing down there, accompanied with the soundtrack, to instantly blanketing out both sound and vision.
    Treading carefully, I locate a small inlet with a narrow strip of perfectly white sand. I point down, shouting over the gale, “Down there!”
    Jo should be safe waiting for me there, the tide seems to miss it and the vortex agitating the ocean skims beyond it too.
    I take it as a sign that this is the natural portal for our kind to go halo dunking.
    Jowendrhan looks pale, his face waxy with the spooky sheen of moisture slicking his jaundiced worry. “You sure about this?” he yells.
    I nod, holding both his shoulders, time jumping us to the chilling wet sand below. Wet puddles collect around my feet, trickling icy tendrils into my muscles, warning me of the true temperature of the Atlantic in mid winter.
    I’m just fortunate we live with an inner furnace cooking our bodies into unnaturally hot. If I get into trouble out there I can just space hop back here.
    This should be a piece of cake. At least giant squid are white and I should be able to see one at night.
    I hope.
    Shoulder slapping my brother with more confidence than I feel, I end the camaraderie with a solid pat, “I’ll be fine. One day you’ll have to do this, luckily you get to watch me do it first. When you do it there’ll be no unknowns waiting for you.”
    “There are hundreds of great whites out there. This is their hunting ground. They leap out of the sea to catch their prey here. I don’t think it’s safe Seithe. Don’t do it.” He looks ready to faint at the thought, glancing at the emetic ocean spewing exorcisms high into the air as waves collide in churning turmoil.
    “Wish me luck,” I smile, ignoring his fears lest they become my own, disappearing from the safety of shore to a good hundred feet out at sea, knowing all I’m looking for is something that looks partially like a mermaid crossed with a human.
    It’s official, I’m insane.
    Wading furiously to keep my head above water, adjusting to the ice bath, an unholy swell rises up, smashing into my face, crushing me in an instant and sending me tumbling helplessly into the onslaught of violent upheaval.

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