We see a Waterling tending to the soon to be hatching fry, when he noticed some strange rumblings beyond the kelp field. At first he thought that it would be that annoying Jakhaa again, damn dirty sea-monkey plowing the kelp fields again.
This sounded different though and an innate fear crept upon him while the noise drew closer and closer.
Taken back by this, he stood guard awaiting the confrontation that would soon be upon him.