The sea lion leaned back in a chair behind a large rock that served as a makeshift table. He had a scar over his left eye and wore an authoritative cap decorated with a clam shell on his head along a sash outfitted with a walkie talkie and sheathed knife around his torso. He spoke in a high-pitched voice, with four sharp canines visible in his mouth,

“You know why you’re here today, don’t you?”