https://x.com/platypupu/status/2041831565303660901?s=46&t=mOZDUpnlgrtxeSW39zaw3Q
Read “purple sea urchins”, saw Freddi Fish trade with an otter who proceeds to snack on its uni center! One fish’s money is a sea weasel’s truffle, I guess!
Freddi Fish 6: opening act, Trawler scene
Fish sleuths Freddi and Luther are whisked off to less balmy shores and into the freezing tundra depths thanks to Luther biting onto a Gummy Worm on a hook.
Now they’re on a trawler, in a tank full of other marine life, and heading for port to Alaska, with a crusty, ornery otter in galoshes and a snarky blonde husky.
Midway through their destination, on a path of jagged fjords and thick floes, Luther begs the two-man crew not to have them for supper, handing the sundry sea cap’n all his purple sea urchins, and drop them someplace warmer that isn’t a seafood restaurant.
As the otter captain, Juneau J. Sewart, brings an urchin toward his fuzzy maw, he nutcracks it open, savoring the umami uni center, carting the rest to bring to his friends back in the Yukon.
He thanks Luther for the imported treats, in his Cajun Canuck drawl, as urchins are rare in the Arctic, tho not for legal ocean tender, as Nikki, his sled hound first mate, and Freddi, translate to his pint-size pal. “Does it hurt?”. “Ah, ma’non, lime boy.”, Sewart replied. “I had only sampled oursins bonbon like yours in the LA beach by the wharf, and such flavors: Cots🍊, pearly winks🩵, erchids 💜! They purple, but not rich-as-snails purple, nonsieur! But I will hand you these silver shells. Much plentiful barter for you fish than these delicacies.”
“Okay, mr french otter captain, sir.”, Luther answered skittishly as they pocket the shells Sewart handed them, a more common currency in Yukon, where he n his mate r shoving off to with their catch. “By the way, can you drop us near some lake we can swim in?”.
“Klondike’s got enough fin space for both you and the salmon swimming upstream”, Nikki suggests. “ ‘Bout 5 minutes away from our shop, following the restaurant needing our catch, but we’ll spare you two when we get to the river.” “As long as we’re not in a salad, the salmon won’t bother us when we’re thawing ourselves from that chilly trip up north.”, Luther gaffs after the expedition inside their trawler. Sewart and Nik acquiesce, and their off to Yukon, Canada!
Before heading off on pickup, Sewart also hands Freddi some rope he wove from the seaweed n algae he scooped up while fishing near F&L’s reef. A change of modest clothes for the mammals after docking their trawler, they transfer the fish tank’s contents to a cooler in their pickup to the restaurant southeast of their dock.
(slight inspo from @/platypupu, X Twitter)
