Eight massive white banners flapped in the ocean breeze like the sails of a defeated armada.
Kraken King Ba Hai floated in the water beside the cruise ship, his eight tentacles limp, his thousand-foot pale white body trembling so hard it created rhythmic ripples against the hull.
Behind him, all ten thousand Armored Sea-Dragons hurriedly copied their king. Having no white silk banners in their pockets, the sea-dragons flipped over onto their backs in the waves. Exposing their soft silver bellies in universal puppy-dog surrender while wagging their tail-fins politely at the ship!
Gu Changsheng leaned against the Deck Seven railing, his iron wok spatula resting casually on his shoulder.
“A job, you say?” Gu Changsheng asked, looking over the pale white behemoth. “Well, that depends.
In our Gu Family Planetary Neighborhood, we don’t hire freeloaders.
What skills do you have? Do you know how to operate heavy machinery, or are you strictly limited to splashing people?”
“I am skilled in deep-sea navigation, honored Master!” Ba Hai blurted out frantically, his eight white handkerchiefs waving in desperate rhythm. “I know every current, trench, and reef across the entire Eastern Endless Ocean!
