"Why are there so many sea otters!" Charles, standing at the ship's rail, leaned out to look.
At this moment, dense swarms of sea otters completely surrounded the Narwhal. Holding all kinds of shells in their paws, they smashed them endlessly against the hull, pounding away gleefully. The white paint of the Narwhal had already begun to flake off in spots, a sight that pained Charles.
"Feierbahah! Hurry and have your sharks chase them away! They're hurting our companion!"
The green-haired Feierbahah surfaced from the pitch-black sea, nodded, and quickly dove back down. Over a dozen red fins broke the surface, swimming rapidly toward the otters. Yet the sea otters seemed oblivious, continuing to hammer away without pause.
However, as a pool of blood quickly spread in the water to the port side of the Narwhal, all the otters finally realized the severity of the situation. They began to flee in a panic, and before long, that maddening clamor finally disappeared.
