"Why are there so many sea otters?!" Charles exclaimed as he leaned over the railing to look downward into the waters.0

A dense crowd of sea otters had encircled the Narwhale, each wielding shells and gleefully pounding them against the ship's hull. The incessant hammering chipped at the Narwhale's white paint, causing it to flake away. Charles couldn't help but grimace at the sight of his ship getting damaged.0

"Feuerbach! Get your sharks to drive them away! They are hurting our companion!" Charles called out urgently.1

A bed of distinctive green hair emerged from the inky dark waters. Feuerbach acknowledged Charles' command with a nod and then vanished beneath the waves again.0

Shortly thereafter, multiple red shark fins...0