Mosasaurs in Clark Quay

S was playing at H.B. yesterday. I've heard them only a million times and the acoustics at this place were not so great, so I didn't scruple to slip out and watch the river and the world wend by. It didn't take great feats of imagination to think the river deep, deep, deep! Imagine if it was a cleft between two tectonic plates and the water rushed in. The people would build around it, wouldn't they? They'd build up the sides and bridge over the important roads. But think of the ocean linking through the land. Of course, this couldn't be on an island but that was an easy detail to imagine away. And imagine, if during the end of mesozoic, the marine life survived! Mosasaurs in Clark Quay. In the dark inky water I could imagine a 17 meter Mosasaur accidentally diverted through the rift. I could imagine its dull outline as it rose. I don't know enough of its anatomy to know if we could be eye to eye, but it could roll sideways to assess me and dismiss me as too small for worthy prey (I hope!)

I'm dreaming of a big big Mosasaur...