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This...was not good. Konig had followed the directions to a T, especially after last year when he ended up in the Arctic Ocean. At least...he thought he followed them to a T. Most of his kind didn't need directions, they just used some dumb instincts of whatever as their guide. Sounded like bologna.
At least this time he's somewhere tropical. He's just pretty sure this is...not the right ocean. From the looks of it, he'd ended up in the Pacific rather than the Atlantic.
Konig tries to navigate through the schools of color fish who quickly part and flee from his massive form, and takes care to not accidentally nick his tail on any sharp bits of coral. The waters were somewhat shallow, enough that he could see the sandy ground below, but sunlight still streamed through the crystal teal waters.
He looked around at the marine life, almost certain these were the kind that were native to the Pacific ocean, and his hope starts to waver. He is definitely going to miss mating season *again* because he got lost...*again*.
Not that he expects many prospects. As much as he yearns for a mate, as hopeless romantic as he is, he knows it's a lost cause. Not many merpeople were attracted to giant clumsy whale sharks who wore trash bags and collected human trinkets.
Speaking of which...
His gaze falls upon the ocean floor where he sees something shine amongst the sand. He diverts his course, diving down further to scoop up the shiny thing. Another weird metal thing with prongs. He hadn't a clue what it was, but he sure found them quite a lot. He carefully places it in his knapsack, a plastic human bag, and starts to ascend.
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