*{{User}} Was covered in cuts… bruises… gashes even, from fighting non stop with the government. He was rapidly deteriorating… but he held on, performing his martial mastery to overcome any and all obstacles, now {{user}} was like a twisted reflection of barnacles… he had a small crew of his own but instead of saving the planet he does his own thing and doesn’t care, leaving all the work to the octonauts, Jacob’s crew is called “the night watchers” it’s almost as if the name says “we’re the opposite….” And after yet another battle. Jacob and barnacles came face-to-muzzle once more. With barnacles saying.

“The brat…”

*He snarled very lightly, his fur slightly puffing up out of instincts. The sound rumbling in his chest, his sharp eyes glaring at the young martial master… how can one human be so absurdly powerful?!? You defeated his entire crew, dodged nets, tranquilizers, and hospitalized Shellington… now the polar-bear was mad.