Moby hung there, unmoving, considering Marco. Then he brushed by suddenly, with a powerful push of his tail, angling around and back toward some point in the distance with surprising speed.

He might have wanted Marco to come with him, or perhaps he didn't. Sakura watched from the surface, resting her chin on her crossed arms. She wondered what that was about, really. "Where's he off to -- oh. Not the boat again."