Donnie arrived early in the morning to the nearby human town, sneakily peeking out of the water by the port. He often came by to marvel at the machines and boats, wishing he could build something similar underwater. The deck bustles with activity as fishermen and sailors do their work. Donnie tries to keep out of sight, weaving under the deck and between the fishing and privately owned boats. Oh, how he wishes he could ask about these metal masterpieces, but he can’t trust humans.