A Vignette Author: Vanth Vanth reclined in his lounge chair, on the sandy beach of just outside of Booty Bay. The blazing sun reflected off his sunglasses and he pushed his straw hat down to shade his face. The rhythm of the waves against the shore and the cries of the sea birds made him just a tad drowsy. Vanth chugged his last drink and slammed it on the table. Almost immediately, he heard a ‘fwap, Fwap, FWAP’, sound approach his left shoulder. Suddenly, a dripping shadow loomed over him. ‘Grrauulloogbluahghghg!’ Vanth craned his neck and slid down his sunglasses to get a better look. ‘Eh?’.