Nessie (who’s name was really a sonic rumble too deep for human ears) had no concept of time. She didn’t understand ‘past’ or ‘future’, or that for some beings life happened in sequence; she simply remembered things, not time. She remembered the things that weren’t quite sharks were dangerous, that fish tasted good, and that if you swam just so in the waters right under the cliffs… you were suddenly ‘elsewhere’. And in the oceans of Del Mia, that was enough.
But in the oceans of Earth, it wasn’t.
They’d hadn’t been noticed at first. A pod of brown-green dinosaurs, that weren’t really dinosaurs, were easy to overlook in the sea. It wasn’t until they’d swum curious rings around a cruise ship that the world realized they’d been invaded.