(The title got eaten, so I'm adding one. This doesn't count toward the paid word count: Isaac: I've met plenty of madmen, but they're the ones who call me crazy.)
In the Deep Sea, a colossal White Whale carefully swam along the ocean currents. It would occasionally break away, drift aimlessly for a moment, and then merge back into the flow to continue its journey.
Needless to say, this White Whale was naturally Isaac, his consciousness having descended into it. He was currently piloting the White Whale Avatar toward a hunting ground he had chosen for it in the Deep Sea.
The occasional stops were to confirm his position. After all, he was still human. Although the avatar allowed him to move freely in the White Whale's body without any discomfort, that was the extent of it.
He did not possess most of the instincts belonging to a White Whale—or rather, a Demon. Not yet, at least. Not unless he spent a prolonged period of time acting in the White Whale's body.
