Finally.

I say that for two reasons: This is the last page of this story; and it’s been a few months since the previous page was posted. To all of you who have waited patiently for new material, I apologize for the long delay. My health has been terrible: sinus infection, respiratory infection, numerous colds, fatigue…. No fun.

But now I am feeling much better. I am meeting the doctor today to deal with a respiratory infection, but I think an Ibuterol inhaler will do the trick. I borrowed my wife’s, and it did wonders.

So, yes, the last page of “Out to Sea” and a new page next week of a new story. Woohoo!

See you then!

Hey, we’re up!

Hope y’all are having a pleasant holiday season, whatever holiday you observe. If you don’t at all, have a great time, anyway. You probably earned it in many small ways.

Cheers!

Working on this page with a 6 year-old hovering over your shoulder, I had to answer some questions. “Why does Sheldon have a sword?” “Why does the warthog want to kill him?” “Why would Chloe eat the warthog?”

Well, you see….

I imagine a solar eclipse feels like sweet retribution for the moon.

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Poor Chloe. She almost went all Donner Party on her best friend. Thank goodness Sheldon can offer her a little TV therapy.

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You should probably be asking yourself, “Where did Chloe get the batter for the rat on a stick?” She is a very resourceful duck. She improvised something out of the flora she found. Flour from flowers? Their seeds? I wish I knew. She never shared her recipe.

Sheldon is a cute little pig. But he can be a bit too self-involved.

My 6-year-old son looked over my should as I drew this page. “Oh my God!” he said. “Why is the duck trying to kill Sheldon?” I explained the context — more than I have provided as storyteller to y’all (patience, reveals are a’comin’); but really, given all that Sheldon has put her through, why wouldn’t Chloe try to kill him? Or at least feel the urge.

Did y’all have a great Halloween? How about Election Day for my fellow United Statesians? Which one was scarier?

Well, I voted. I won’t say how, given the largely apolitical orientation of this webcomics site. But I will risk offending the random monarchist and/or theocrat out there by simply stating that even an imperfect democracy is better than the alternatives. So, yay voting!

Meanwhile it appears Sheldon is about to be harpooned. Tune in next week to find out how he evades that mess.

Y’all do recognize that is a footprint, don’cha? Cuz now that I look at it, it looks like a pancake. It’s not. It’s a footprint of a flat-footed animal.