I’m feeling the sea beneath me.

I was after him. It had been centuries, but I could still taste the stink of Bobby, that stupid, stupid Deity, coating my mouth and partying in my lungs. I would find him this time. He wouldn’t escape me forever.

Just then, I saw who I was after. Jimmy the clam. It would take a few hours, but I should be able to scurry over to him. He sees me, but trying to escape is fruitless. He’s a bivalve crustacean. It was over from the moment I saw him. Five legs flailing, I climbed atop his shell and started pounding away.

“Jimmy! Tell me where Bobby is! Tell me WHAT he is!”

“No!” The clam replied.

Clearly, this was going to take some more drastic measures. Using my mighty star fish strength, I pried open Jimmy’s shell and poked my stomach inside, just for a little “looksie”.

“Alright!” He screamed. “I’ll talk! But you’re going to get me killed!”

“He’s on the reef, isn’t he?”

“Yes”

“That bastard! Bobo the Whale was right, he’s trying to…dear God…” I muttered, in awe of what was before me. “What is he, Jimmy. What did he come back as this time?”

“He’s…he’s a lobster!”

Well, that was that. I was totally outclassed. Yet, I would continue forward with my plan, even if it meant nearly certain death. After devouring Jimmy’s sweet, nourishing innards and digesting a bit, I marched on towards the reef.

Bobby was marshaling the anemones to his side. If he could get them all to flock to his banner…the ocean might never be the same. I had to stop him. The thought of that was more than this old Owl could bear.