[Dude what the hell? There's some nastyass bugs around here or something. Namur keeps getting bit. So he does what any self respecting Fishman would do in this situation: decide that the surface is for suckers. Under the water's where the party gets hotter... Or something.

Anyway it's Fishman overboard!

And right into a pile of jelly tentacles.

Smooth.]

Oi, oi! 'M down for a friendly hug now an' then but this shit's ridiculous! The hell y' think yer doin'?