He could recall it scouring, cleansing, and bleaching away every last shred of stress and anxiety from his bones. But when he’d tried to turn around, his way had been blocked. For there had been the whale. And as she plunged into the depths, so he was drawn down with her. That was the way with whales. That was the way, he realised, with the bank. As it had plunged, so had he.
