Aphotic

The balmy night breeze blew onto Sean John. Tonight was not welcoming. The clouds blotted the sky, covering the moon, the stars. The aphotic landscape provided no visual clues. Sean John listened to the waves.

Ensconce

We were secure but constrained, unhealthily ensconced in our own relationsip.

Littoral

Sean John spent his life in or near the ocean. The sea salt scented soothing winds of the vast watery depths constantly animated him. drag him away from the shore, drop him in Iowa, and he may likely withet. Never was there a more littoral person.

Barnburner

The competitors entered the arena. "We got us a good old-fashioned barnburner tonight, boys! WOO-WEE!"

Fard

The bodacious display floored Sean John. With wild, mutli-colored hair, a twisted woodwind instrument stuck to her mouth, and sporadic fard plastered on her cheeks, she stumbled into the ring.

Germinal

My favorite part of the day is when the sun waits to rise, giving that germinal part of the day just a few minutes more for the cool air to linger.

Obtuse

Johnson was a smart man. He knew his numbers, he knew his calculations, and he knew his appli ations.

agnomen

Our intrepid hero towered over puppy dogs, sat comfortably in airplane seats, and could reach the top shelf with only one leap. This earned him the tongue-in-cheek agnomen: Giant

bona fide

The tall man cut through the ocean surface. His upright torso outlined the foaming water, splashing around him as he cut through it. His long arms extended, he embraced the sky. There was nothing mechanical about Sean John's propulsion: just a 12 foot long shark. A shark tamed by the world's best shark tamer.

These were the bona fides.

Reconnoiter

It was up to Sean John now. Meawahuahua lay incapacitated in the boat's cabin, stuck in the throes of labor. The little baby of the prophecy was about to be born. They needed to get to the sacred temple, and fast. The waterways narrowed ahead, thinning into streams between tiny islands.

Sean John touched a button on his belt, ran to the deck of the ship boat and dove gracefully into the water. In seconds, Sean John was cutting the water's surface, riding on the back of the shark that turned 10 years old today. sean john sped ahead through the waterwaya to reconnoiter and determine the beat path for the boat.

apercu

When the poison wore off, Sean John bolted upright. He slammed the cabin door open and ran to the deck of the ship. Small dinghys flying pirate flags. Mean looking guys with weapons. Strong current. The village with the tribal queen just minutes away. His apercu was formed instantly. He dove off the ship, into the ocean deep.

Macaronic

When Tully conducted his phone calls for a the day, the macaronic medley of requests, demands, and pleadings that echoed around the office would make even a new yorker's head spin. The man had more contacts in more places around the world than hair on his head.

Caparison

Sean john didn't just take the sharks. He befriended them. On their birthdays, he would take them to a specially designed freshwater tank filled with only the best fishes on the western hemisphere. He'd even get them a birthday suit : Sean John would caparison the shart in a wardrobe finer than any animal creature had ever known.

Apotropaic

It glows at night. Just when my dreams began molding into darker things-when the demons and the monsters snuck into my night. The apotropaic gift you gave me, hanging on the wall, glows fierce and bright, warding off the nightmares.

Agley

The vending machine wouldn't accept my quarter, the train was off schedule, my lunch got smashed in my bag, and the elevator was out of service: the fates had made this an outright agley day.

Ephebe

A pageant box exploded and flowers swirled in he air. The traditional greeting of visitors honored Sean John and his crew as they made their way down the muddy path, surrounded by curious natives. An ephebe, young and dressed in sexually ambiguous garb, walked up to the guests to present them each with a talawalaee - the village's sacred flower.

sylph

Cutting through the water, the shape edged closer and closer. The motionless object slowly revealed itself, floating into shore. A beautiful sylph, gliding on the sea water surface. Closer and closer the woman moved forward, until Tully could see the shadow just under the water ... she was being propelled by one of Sean John's tamed sharks.

Zeitgeber

It's a well known fact that the most important zeitgeber regulating most humans daily biological schedule is the day/night cycle.

Sean John isn't most humans.

Grouse

Tully was not one who was easily concerned. So when Sean-John heard him grouse about the hut where his team was being housed, it was time to speak up.

"Listen here Talawalahawee," Sean John approached the chief, "your people have problems with the islanders across the bay and the allegiance of the creatures in the sea, I know. But your poor treatment to my staff has got to stop."

The chief sat and stared. The fire burning behind him in the stone temple alcove crackled. More leaves were tossed in the fire, and the heat breezed across Sean John's face. It was warm, and getting warmer. Talawalahawee did not move. Sean-John was left with only one option. The challenge.

"Then, you leave me no choice." Sean John rotated to address the chief and his entire village. His voice rang out amongst the trees, the sand, and the beaches.

"BEFORE TO EYES OF THE GODS AND THE EARS OF THE DEAD. I REQUEST MY RIGHT TO PALALALOBAI!"

Pyknik

Short and squat, fleshy, mud-colored, with an overall pyknik shape - and bedecked in flashy jewelry stabbed through skin on ears, necks, cheeks, noses, elbows, eyelids, lips, nipples... Anywhere flesh could be poked. This was the look of the men of the island.