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This is a little cheeb doodle I made to go with chapter 11 of Beached. Ermegersh, I just checked the date on the sketch and it says I finished drawing it April 14. I have spent so long with this chapter unfinished!
Beached Chapter 11 - The DragOn Sunday morning, the wind whipped the waters of Bridgeport Bay into a gurgling soup of choppy waves. Devon was up at dawn as usual, and swam his daily route, but he had to fight against the surging water with every stroke.
It was exhilarating and exhausting all at the same time, and by the time he was back in the boathouse, standing under the icy stream of the shower, he’d worked up quite the appetite.
Cold and windy as it was that morning, Devon rinsed off as quick as possible, intending to shower a second time upstairs. He came inside, still clad in his wetsuit, grabbed a bundle of clean clothes from his room and headed upstairs to the bathroom.
When he came in, Sam was still snoozing in the bottom of the tub, curled into a ball. He didn’t wake when Devon opened the door or turned on the light. Neither did he stir as Devon showered again and shaved. Eventually, the light from the window reached across the room and into the tub, rousing him from his slumber as Devon was

Description
This is a little cheeb doodle I made to go with chapter 11 of Beached. Ermegersh, I just checked the date on the sketch and it says I finished drawing it April 14. I have spent so long with this chapter unfinished!
Beached Chapter 11 - The DragOn Sunday morning, the wind whipped the waters of Bridgeport Bay into a gurgling soup of choppy waves. Devon was up at dawn as usual, and swam his daily route, but he had to fight against the surging water with every stroke.
It was exhilarating and exhausting all at the same time, and by the time he was back in the boathouse, standing under the icy stream of the shower, he’d worked up quite the appetite.
Cold and windy as it was that morning, Devon rinsed off as quick as possible, intending to shower a second time upstairs. He came inside, still clad in his wetsuit, grabbed a bundle of clean clothes from his room and headed upstairs to the bathroom.
When he came in, Sam was still snoozing in the bottom of the tub, curled into a ball. He didn’t wake when Devon opened the door or turned on the light. Neither did he stir as Devon showered again and shaved. Eventually, the light from the window reached across the room and into the tub, rousing him from his slumber as Devon was