Boite

The photo flashes trailed Sean John all the way through the entrance. Leading his date by the arm into the boite, he guided then around the dance floor and into the VIP section.

Idem

The legends spoke of a spherical so smooth that it newer stopped rolling. An endlessly round object of the deepest exotic purple that any man has ever lay eyes on. This Aba'Le'Wa, or Essence Stone, is one of the sacred objects gifted to Earth by the deities. On a quest to retrieve idem, Sean John swam deeper and deeper into the watery abyss.

Williwaw

Sean John's feet skimmed on top of the water. He could feel the water and the air starting to chill. He had never taken his sharks this far north. Dr Pantigal knew his sharks couldn't operate at full strength up here. Worse yet, Sean John was being informed on his HUD that there was a williwaw a few miles from them. Sean John wasn't sure if he could handle those winds on these sharks.

Persipcuous

Sean John and the sharks might as well have joint minds. Watching Sean John guide the creatures, he couldn't be more perspicuous in his communication. Never a missed cue.

Bosky

The children took advantage of the bosky park by finding endless hiding spots among the trees and bushes.

Misology

The people of the isolated village were stuck in in culture of irrational faiths and superstitions. Their only contact with the outside world consisted of a scientist who insulted their religion. Now, theirs was a culture of misology, never to trust the same kind of reasoning proposed by the scientist.

Antebellum

The antebellum fashion of the culture was rife with bright colors and eye-catching designs. Once the war started, fashion took a precipitous drop to the dull and solid.

Hurdy-gurdy

Ka'lai'wei, the island nation Princess with the long, flowing hair thrown back by the wind, whispered into Sean John's ear. Her arms wrapped tightly around the Shark Tamer, bare chest pressed against his body. The two sped along the ocean, standing upright, feet just below the surface of the water. Two deep gray fins marked their vessels beneath them. Sean John shifted his arms on his hurdy-gurdy, and started to play the song requested by the Princess.

Mot

The young teen snickered, satisfied with himself. Spitting out a cleverly mot like that as a comeback to Mrs Hickman surely impressed the whole class.

Wamble

After the drinking contest, all he could do was stumble out the door of the bar and wamble down the street, relying on instinct to guide him home safely.

Comport

Sean John was mystified. Darien the Shark was swimming wildly out of control after every order. This did not comport with his training at all, and was totally unlike him. Sean John was going to have to check this one out up close.

Welkin

The canoe floated along, drifting just as lazily as the man lying his back in it. Sure of the safety of the ocean, Sean John's gaze was fixed upon the welkin, drawing from the clouds any kind of guidance he could decipher.

Terminus

The foaming stream behind his boat was thick and vicious. Sean John felt himself mesmerized. Over 40 hours without sleep, and he was starting to lose the ability to concentrate. He wrenched his eyes up and scanned the ocean horizon. His day wouldn't be reaching its terminus until Dr. Pantigal was stopped. Or until his fatigue made him do something really stupid.

Skosh

"OK children, it's about time for you to head home for the day." Mr Davis addressed his classroom. "I hope you are all at least a skosh smarter than when you started the day."

Delitescent

You wouldn't think it from looking at him, but little 5 foot tall Kimbo Dredd has a delitescent strength that he reveals only when he chooses.

Endemic

It's one of Sean John's little pleasures in life - among many benefits of living in this Pacific nation island. He looked through his sunglasses at all the lovely ladies walking along the beach clad in that sleek modern adaptation of the hulu skirt endemic to the fashion of this nation.