“It is with disappointment that I bring you this news, Dapple, but we can no longer send work crews out to Marooner’s Bay.”
“Huh? Why not?”
Dapple sat across from Mr. Grizz in a spacious meeting room somewhere within Grizzco. As an Eggsecutive & a long-standing Grizzco employee (& not to mention, his kid), Dapple was the one Mr. Grizz entrusted with business secrets & official Grizzco announcements.
“Lately, some employees have been observing a strange phenomenon occurring just after the third wave at Marooner’s Bay, & it’s not a King Salmonid.” Mr. Grizz explained, showing some pictures that were taken at Marooner’s Bay.
The photos were quite blurry, but Dapple could make out a specific figure. It held a long, giant fork (which Dapple thought was quite cool, in their opinion), & based on the hair color alone, they could tell it was a salmonid of some kind. Definitely not a Boss or a King, but it seemed too big to be a Lesser.
Dapple had never seen anything like it.
“Reports say that it’s a salmonid, but with the proportions of an inkling. A.. salmonling, if you will.”
“& that’s at.. Marooner’s Bay?”
“Yes. According to a few employees, they say it’s some sort of defender of Marooner’s Bay, & is incredibly strong.”
“Nobody’s been able to beat it?”
“No. It is for this reason that Marooner’s Bay will have to be indefinitely removed from shifts. We can get Golden Eggs elsewhere anyway.”
Dapple nodded. “Would you like me to tell the Splatcast crew about it?”
“That would be brilliant.” Mr. Grizz said. He stood up, shoving the pictures into Dapple’s hands. “You can keep these. I know how.. interested you are in salmonids & their way of living, after all. Perhaps you can put these to some use.”
Saying no more than that, Mr. Grizz got up & left the room. Dapple was alone, left with the aforementioned pictures in their hands. They took another glance at the blurred figure in the photos.
“I think I’d like to meet them,” Dapple grinned.