The old man reaches for the glasses, gently. He places them on the bridge of his nose. As he looks through them, his eyes widen with shock.

Evabelle sits at the bow of the boat, smiling broadly. Over her is bent the neck of a familiar striped plesiosaur. He smiles in the morning light.

Evabelle: See? He's not a giraffe. He's a SEA DRAGON.

The old man stares through the glasses, dumbfounded. Then he smiles painfully, motioning with his hands.

Old Man: Evabelle... Come here. QUICKLY, please.

Evabelle cocks her head, confused.

Evabelle: Why?