[Voice] Totally Sunk

[om_nom_namur]

[All he knows when he wakes up is that he has no idea where he is, or how he got there. But there's a book floating just above his face, blocking the most direct rays of the sun, though even those are filtered. Namur moves his head from side to side, getting a good deep breath of air through his gills, then reaches up and takes the weirdass journal from where it somehow managed to defy both the underwater current and gravity in order to shield his eyes. Such a bro, this journal.]

Man I had the hottest dream. After Asami hugged me it was like she sent out some kind a cosmic green light on Fishman Appreciation Week an' suddenly I'm gettin' thronged by human 'maids all over this crazyass island, sheheheh! Deesuko Ballia, that's right. 'Member that now. Think I'm in the harbor... Ahh there was this one 'maid though, shit. [He laughs.] Had this thing for all things blue, if y' catch my drift. Hair an' eyes like the sea when she's calm an' clear on a summer day near a winter island. Had some kind a li'l blue candies or some shit she was poppin' like she hadn't eaten in days. Think she slipped me one cuz I don't 'member anythin' after she uh...

Wait.

Why the hell'm I wearin' fishnet stockin's? Some dumbass thinks they're pretty clever, don't-

[There's a slightly strangled sound, and then:]

WHERE THE HELL'S THE DAMN SHIPS?!?!