Everyone knew a kid in seventh grade who could draw wicked good. He was the guy who did the caricatures for the yearbook and school paper. Everyone knew he was going to be a totally famous artist after college.
This looks like his work. From seventh grade. Perhaps in the eighth grade he figured out how to handle light sources.
If Samson’s mighty muscles saved the drowning girl, there’s not much point in reading the thing, is there? Unless you’re dying to learn what happens to Space Smith, who is up there, or Sub Saunders, who is down there, or Capt. Kidd, who is on the sea betwixt the two.