Washed up on the beach barely breathing she had travelled far beyond the Andes north of the equator into cooler waters
At seven-feet-wide it was hard to comprehend how she'd gone so long unexposed So they called her Hoodwinker for often she deceived those who tried to get under her skin
Found too late, and far from home they assumed she took a wrong turn "How lonely, strange" they said unaware that she just sought her own path instead
Later they'd learn some things from her sturdy skeleton but they'd never know her side of the life that she so staunchly chose