A couple of weeks have passed since the Sea-Cucumber phone was gifted to The Undaunted Guardian of Marooner’s Bay. Dapple still occasionally visits Marooner’s Bay, but not as often. They mainly text online or interact with each other on SplatNet. In a way, this was helping with The Undaunted Guardian’s mission to find out more about Dapple, as per the request from his Longness, Horrorboros.
On the topic of salmonid kings, Cohozuna was there, taking a quick check-in on Marooner’s Bay.
“GREETINGS, UNDAUNTED GUARDIAN OF MAROONER’S BAY.”
“Greetings, your Largeness!”
“HOW HAVE THINGS BEEN GOING WITH THE OCTOLING?”
“..Normal. They seem very unaware of their surroundings sometimes. How they managed to become a high-ranking Grizzco employee is beyond me.. but they do genuinely seem to have good intentions, so-”
“& HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THEM?”
The Undaunted Guardian froze.
“..What do you mean?”
“MOST OF YOUR FREE TIME IS SPENT ON THAT ‘PHONE’ THEY GAVE YOU, & YOU’RE EXTREMELY RELUCTANT TO SPLAT THEM WHENEVER THEY COME BY.”
“Well- There.. isn’t much to do while watching over the grounds, & they used to be in the Octarian military. If we were to face each other in combat, they would surely best me.”
“SURE.” Cohozuna said, in a condescending tone. “ANYWAYS, WE ARE PLANNING A BIG RUN AT BARNACLE & DIME. YOU ARE INVITED TO COME ALONG.”
“..I am?”
“OF COURSE. WE’LL BE HEADED BY SPLATSVILLE TO GET THERE. WHO KNOWS, YOU MIGHT EVEN SEE THAT OCTOLING.”
The Undaunted Guardian doesn’t get what he means by that, but she doesn’t question Cohozuna.
“OH WELL, BACK TO YOUR DUTIES, I SUPPOSE. FAREWELL!”
Cohozuna dives back into the ocean. The Undaunted Guardian stares off into the distance, watching the waves of the water ebb & flow.
“Going to Splatsville... hm.”