Settin' sail on troubled waters! The fish are runnin' thick, and they're mean. Keep that harpoon gun movin' left and right. She fires on her own—just aim her steady. Let off enough shots, and she'll loose a volley that'll turn the sea red. But let a single one of those finned devils past, and she rams our hull. The deeper we go, the thicker they school. How big a haul can you bring in, skipper?