Kirk is on a lovely little island. The sun is bright and the water looks warm and inviting, so it's not long before he's stripped down to his underwear and waded in.
The moment he's up to his shoulders, a small creature pops up next to him in the lapping waves. It's a small otter, but if Kirk's not mistaken, he'd guess that it's a river otter, not a sea otter.
"Hello," he says happily as the otter circles him. "Take a wrong turn somewhere?"
"No," the otter's tone answers mischievously, "I belong with you."
It doesn't seem at all strange that the otter should speak, and even less strange to realize that she does belong with him. As he swims, she swims with him, and when he finally swims back to lie on the beach she follows and curls up next to him in the warm sand.
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The moment he's up to his shoulders, a small creature pops up next to him in the lapping waves. It's a small otter, but if Kirk's not mistaken, he'd guess that it's a river otter, not a sea otter.
"Hello," he says happily as the otter circles him. "Take a wrong turn somewhere?"
"No," the otter's tone answers mischievously, "I belong with you."
It doesn't seem at all strange that the otter should speak, and even less strange to realize that she does belong with him. As he swims, she swims with him, and when he finally swims back to lie on the beach she follows and curls up next to him in the warm sand.