The series continues:
The palette here is a tad “My Little Pony,” but I like it. I’m especially proud of the teeming ocean. Something about the octopus bothers me, though. He throws off the balance of the page somehow. Color-wise? size-wise? I don’t know.
A “fun” fact about Plesiosaurs (which actually destroys the cherished, iconic image of them that I retain from childhood ) is that they couldn’t actually hold their heads up swan-style like I’ve drawn.* Pretty crazy how many books get it wrong, huh?
On top of that, even the bus-sized plesiosaurs probably never ate anything more than a foot or two long. Their mouths could only open something like eight inches wide, so they probably just preyed on schools of small fish (which they did stealthily, but very slowly).
What all of this adds up to is that those long-necked lake monsters people claim to spot could be anything but incredibly discreet and long-lived plesiosaurs.
So, yeah, pretty dispiriting set of facts. Also, not at all conducive to cool drawings either.
*Apparently sauropods (apatosaurus, brachiosaurus, etc.) couldn’t do it either. That standard Sinclair station pose was anatomically impossible to strike. Basically those guys were just giant lawnmowers.