The old man gave out quite a deep sigh, it was easy to see that he had been quite annoyed since his thought-process was interrupted.
But thankfully his etiquette had high standards, so he managed to push irritation away and embraced logic.
Necessarily he answered, "Yes, we are ready. I can't figure out anything out of these bodies. We need to find someone who survived, they could probably help us."
"Alright then let's leave," Timmy spoke out a slight request.
Most here were quite motivated to get out of here, as this den felt like it was filled to the brim with death, not quite peachy to be exact.
Yet after they slipped out of the den, Timmy was the first one to notice quite a large fish which swam just tens of meters away.
At first the team was pushed under quite a bit of stress, as they expected for a battle to break out soon.
But senses of familiarity revealed themselves, the closer this fish got. By now it was easy to figure out that the approacher was a shark.