Sal bumped into someone reeking of tobacco—a rare scent in the Blue Sea.

"Watch it," the figure grumbled, shoving Sal aside. Sal quickly saw it was a six-foot-tall orca with a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

"You ran into me," Sal retorted, but the orca remained unimpressed. "Who are you?"

"Just an orca on a stroll," Idate replied with a sadistic grin, "and I don’t get along with sharks. Though I do enjoy playing with them..."