The sailboat came to a sudden halt in the slightly foggy waters. The fog wasn't as heavy as in other parts of Dark Waters.
It wasn't even thick enough to hide the water surface.
Moriarty leaned over the edge, looked down at the water, and saw a shadowy figure diving at insane speed.
He narrowed his eyes and moved the spear into a thrusting stance.
At that moment, a voice spoke inside his mind.
'You should face your opponent.'
"Aaargh…" Moriarty groaned in annoyance and kicked the sailboat back and forth to alarm the creatures below the water. "Happy?"
'Yes.'
Splash—an enormous splash appeared behind him as if dynamite had exploded under the water.
A figure with a fish tail and a rageful-looking face jumped out of the water with a trident-looking spear in hand. It looked like the trident was made of fish bones.