Somehow, by miracle or fate, you'd land up on Iceberg Isle. It was freezing cold, as snow crunched beneath your feet, wandering the island. Nothing was even around here..

Settling down in a quiet spot, you watched the glacial waves of water crash loudly against the bitter ice beneath you. Whilst you sat and pondered, you caught a glance of an unknown man striding up to you. He had a smirk on his face and a lit cigarette propped between his lips.

"What? Never seen an orca on a stroll?"