dedalusrex
It had been there for a few weeks at least. The fetid whale corpse, stuck in the cove on an nearly inaccessible part of the beach. Birds picked it over greedily, the sun had turned its skin into jerky.
The pools shimmered. Crabs, shells, seaweed, they formed a melange that stunk to the sky. The tide rolled away, forsaking its contents, revealing its treasures.