#oceanschild

“Easy with those crates!” Zazu barked, standing on the pier and overseeing the transfer of several important packages off of a cargo ship.

 The rain was belting down on them, Zazu hadn’t brought an umbrella and had to use an old one filled with holes, and every so often a wave would crash up onto the docks and fill his best pair of shoes up to his ankles with seawater.

 So it was with a restrained bad temper that he turned to the young girl approaching him.