It sounds beautiful and terrifying all at once. Sam listens raptly, eyes going wide at the description of the blueness of the water and the sea mirroring the sky, then shrinking away at the thought of the storms.

"I never saw no fish that weren't slimy and grey," he admits. "I'd dearly love to see the ones you speak of, if only I didn't have to get near the water to do so! But what's a whale?"