Malcolm picked up his selkie skin in both hands, and shook it out, so it unraveled to its full length. With his eyes shut, he mustered his strength as he slipped into his skin. Raw power coursed through him. In the tips of his toes and fingers the sensation of nettle pricks deepened until he could barely stand it. A mystifying tremor coursed through his body as his human form changed into a seal. A selkie.

Sliding his front flippers first, then his stomach, and lastly his back flippers against the soft sand, Malcolm slunk over to the discarded clothing he just shed. With his teeth, he picked up his leather potion pouch. Using the webbed fingers of his front flippers, he pushed the strap over his head. His black snout into the air, he flexed his flippers, and swam into the cold sea.

Malcolm spotted the dragonhead Viking boat, manned by the bloody youths who attacked the wagon: the men who hurt Bethoc. He kicked the water with his powerful rear flippers and shot through the white foam until he was under the long, wooden ship. With his full animal strength, he whacked his flippers against the bottom of the longboat again and again, pounding it until it capsized, tossing the Vikings into the sea. Kicking and paddling with their hands, the Norsemen fought the ocean for their very lives, just as Bethoc fought for her's in a wagon on the way to Scone.

Leaving the Vikings helpless to the mighty sea, Malcolm dove under. He cut through the water like an arrow flies through the air. His only thought was the spiked crustacean whose underbelly lay covered in Seafire. His only purpose was Bethoc.

Deeper and deeper, he descended into the blackness of the sea. Not only his body, but also his sprit plummeted as well. Malcolm felt like a boneless skeleton drifting downward into a bottomless sea. The water rushing through the dried, dull white bones of a hollow man, or seal. He knew not which, nor did it matter.

Was she gone? No not yet. The arrkeeee, the Seafire, would save her.

All was black and cold as ice in the deepest depths of the sea, where no human had ever gone. The shadows in the dark and the moving sea creatures played tricks on his mind.

He saw Bethoc before him and all around him. He had to touch her, had to kiss her. But Bethoc wasn't with him. He let out the high pitch wail that only selkies make. A sound even sadder than a human crying.