“Oo, oo, Oi!” A voice rang throughout the gloom of the Mega-Megaladon. Those on deck looked up as a figure appeared out of the fishy gloom, rising from the oesophagus of the Mega-Megalodon. Amongst the dankness of the monsters innards, deep orange eyes glistened. Something was inhuman about this figure, as he levitated on some kind of carpet. Short, and thick set, covered in heavy orange hair.
"An Oranghutan?" Scarlett questioned, as the creature came into view.
"On a magic carpet?" Henry said, while searching for another shoe.
Olfred face was pale as he began to speak at a million miles an hour. "Impossible, Orangutan's were declared extinct by the gibbon-enthusiasts of Fantasy Asia eight years ago. Plus any magic carpet for transportation is banned, since the incident with the lava tiger and..."
As Olfed spoke, the creature in the distance raised his arm in a lazy greeting. A deep booming voice cut off Olfred's words. “What a cacophony of muddling you homo-sapiens have found yourselves in.” The simian smiled down, rising both arms. “But rejoice, for the Mega-Mega-Monk is here. He will guide you out of this piscine tartarus, if you wish. He shall proceed towards the gills! Or the anus, whichever you prefer. May your biology lessons pay off!”
"It talks! That's it, I'm out! I don't know what that is but I'm calling the RSPCA, or whatever this world has." Olfred muttered.
"Call the Fishmongers Union while your at it." Henry suggested. "We have enough sushi for all of that country we just came from."
The Orangutan glared. "Are you coming or not, or do I have to do another motivating speech for you fools? My splendiferousness only goes so far."
Scarlett looked at him. "Who are you again? I don't like your tone."
"Oo, Oo, OO!" The Orangutan Monk raged.