Chief Djaso had been at sea for far too long, as had the entire Eternal Fish Clan. He had heard a story that an elder had been told by the Eternal Octopus Clan's chief - that if you rounded the land of Akinimod to the south, and followed the coast, eventually you would run into Sasnak-ra.

Except they were not Sasnak-ra, for they had no Sasnak. What kind of Sasnak-ra had no Sasnak?

The kind that lives in the ass end of the world, Djaso thought.

Perhaps it would have made more sense to bring another clan or two, but Djaso had decided to seize this opportunity (after he and his mate, Kaleng, had discussed it for three). That was two moons ago, and soon they would be so far that they would need to turn back and make haste if they were to return to the Eternal Morekah in time before the storms. But the chance had seemed sweeter than hanyil.

And truly, though at first Djaso had only half believed it, the villages they had encountered had themselves seen fewer and fewer Sasnak flotillas. It made sense though, as their accents became more and more severe. The last elder than Djaso had spoken to called them 'Shashinak'.

It had been fruitful, without a doubt. The seas were rich in fish and crab - they practically filled two boats without even needing to use baskets traps. They could simply dive and pull up a whole basket of them! He had collected more pearls personally than he had previously seen in his life. Djaso's son had even prepared a sea urchin soup for them. A soup! Of sea urchins! Not even a mare knew such luxury. With abundance as this, Djaso and Kaleng and all those in the clan could have twenty children - each! - and none of them would never know hunger. When they returned, they would be the toast of the monsoon festival with no contest! Truly these seas were rich and ripe, and Atook had shown them favor.

But where had all the Sasnak gone?

Samahab only knew.

But Djaso was to find out.

With that thought, Djaso let Kaleng take the rudder, going past his four children rowing, as he climbed the prow for a better look. Behind him, his dozen-and-a-half ships. Before him, a new village, perhaps an hour of rowing out. They likely saw his fleet by now - would they even know what Sasnak were? He wondered who would greet them, as he pointed and shouted to make for these strange new people.