( it's not hard to miss. but shanks has seen some truly strange things during his time on the grand line, so a hot pink seal barely even registers as being odd. in a way, it almost feels like home. he calls out to the seal below: )
Koby? Is that you?
( who else would it be? it doesn't hurt to ask, though. just in case. and maybe he's also buying a little time. he's not entirely sure how he's going to get a seal on board without a crew to haul the nets. )
[Does the seal roll it's eyes and splash water up at Shanks with it's cute little pink flippers? Absolutely, it does. Disrespectful.
But then it -- he -- disappears under the water, reappearing on the other side of the boat, scoping out the riverbank thoughtfully. Moving around on land as a seal is very undignified, but so would transforming back into a human shape and being naked, so Koby decides to sacrifice his dignity in favor of lumbering up the rocky bank and scrambling onto a fallen log until he's about an equal height as the deck of the ship.
Then, gesturing impatiently with a flipper: come closer, I did my part. Maybe Shanks can find a board or something, a makeshift gangplank. Or honestly just pick him up -- he's not a big seal at all, just a little fuzzy guy.]
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Wonderful. I'll find your ill-gotten ship, be right there.
[And yes, within twenty minutes there's a spotted harbor seal circling the boat. A...hot pink one. Shhhh.]
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Koby? Is that you?
( who else would it be? it doesn't hurt to ask, though. just in case. and maybe he's also buying a little time. he's not entirely sure how he's going to get a seal on board without a crew to haul the nets. )
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But then it -- he -- disappears under the water, reappearing on the other side of the boat, scoping out the riverbank thoughtfully. Moving around on land as a seal is very undignified, but so would transforming back into a human shape and being naked, so Koby decides to sacrifice his dignity in favor of lumbering up the rocky bank and scrambling onto a fallen log until he's about an equal height as the deck of the ship.
Then, gesturing impatiently with a flipper: come closer, I did my part. Maybe Shanks can find a board or something, a makeshift gangplank. Or honestly just pick him up -- he's not a big seal at all, just a little fuzzy guy.]