At the Peg Leg, a rum bar the cruise ship tourists did well to avoid, Candice the resident shaman locked her motley bike next to the dumpster in back, where a few parking spaces looked over an agitated bay. Once inside she was known as Snow the waitress. But out here, she was still the shaman. Her gift was communing and communicating with all creatures. Sometimes her gift was a blessing, sometimes a curse. From beyond the sea wall, dolphins shrieked and called to her. They wailed a dirge to their fallen leader, who had choked on an evil black stone that consumed her from within. And they called, as always, for justice.