Jitterbug

Jitterbug remembers very little from before they became an esk...a name..Ji...Jitterbug? a love of water... panic and fear. Great and luminous eyes in the dark sea... and then they were like this. Small. Frightened. Defensive. The sunken ship they call home is their safe spot, away from prying eyes. Away from threats and those who drive them into a blind panic. It's better there, among the skeletons, the rusting coins and forgotten dishes and bracelets. It's home.