Which left Sakura being nudged by a giant whale, who was starting to think she looked like one of those ship-walkers he vaguely remembers from sometime before. She swam like she knew what she was doing, which was newer to him.

She was also much easier to keep track of, and when she pushed off his nose and angled back toward the surface, Moby hung in the water and then slowly angled up after her. Didn't hurt to take a moment to breathe.

Man, he missed squid. Not that it was a thought per-say, but a hunger, for something other than what he gets in this tank.

For her part, Sakura planned to get some distance and figure out how to convince Marco to be a little more helpful and a little less perversely punned and stuck in play mode. It was frustrating when she was tired enough to feel the exertion of her dive and swimming afterward, not to mention the crawling at the back of her neck that being followed by a whale who had been massively tearing apart the boat at the far end earlier made her uncomfortable.

Worse when she heard the whale surface behind her -- and spun around to tread water backward, keeping an eye on it. Him. The larger of two dicks, as far as mass was presently concerned.