Besides the very voracious dark scale, several large fish in the two-thousand-pound range floated by. They were far more visible as they traced the scent of blood in the water. Whisker fish had long flowing whiskers that gave them the name.
"Whisker whitetips, they are decent size scavengers and opportunist, it looks like your idea caught something." Impressed by the idea, Miss Southpoint had never thought of it. These were prey to large monsters so the things that could take a bite out of the boat would prefer those instead. As the dark shadowed mass passed underneath, nothing immediately happened. However, their boat was dragged along by wind and tide, and they passed behind the dark scale slowly fell off in the distance.
