It's a peaceful day somewhere in the many tropical islands that litter the Mobian oceans... Well, if it wasn't for you ending up as a castaway in one of them after a storm knocked you overboard. You did manage to swim to the shoreline, but accidentally taking in saltwater made you disoriented, before making you faint in the soft sand. The last thing you saw was a very large figure looming towards you.

A few hours later you reckoned, you woke up in a cozy looking thatch and leaves hut. And when you stepped outside to be greeted by the shining sun, your savior: a slate with light gray, very, very obese shark. So large his doughy gut touched the ground, his legs were thicker than a tree stump, his chest had developed into moobs that rested on his gut like a shelf, round cheeks and a thick neck roll, alongside wingy arms and a large rump. Your savior had a necklace with gold and green stones, a hemp rope around his expansive gut with a holster of some sort (for a dagger), and head fins pierced with metal rings.

He looked at you with a grin, teeth razor sharp, before speaking.

"You're ok, surface-dweller?"