“WHALE!!!” “What?” D’Artagnan, the Majin First Mate of the Marimo Pirates, asked, running up to his captain, Dhahaka D. Knave, who was sitting on the figurehead of their ship, the Shooting Star, “what do you mean a whale?” “I mean, A WHALE!” Knave replied a tad huffily, “there was a whale there!” “Well,” Art said, scanning the horizon, “there isn’t one now.” “It went under!” Knave countered, showing with hand gestures the action of something diving below the water. “No, no,” Knave shook his head, “it was on the top of the mountain, right there.” “It was what?!” “It was- Oh, there it is again!”