"Lost at Sea": [Well, he couldn't really complain. On the one hand, he was free of his cell, he felt very refreshed after that undersea nap, and his belly was actually full for once. On the other hand, his late night hunting binge had taken him farther out than expected.

He had no clue where in Arthur Curry's fish-sack he was. But hey! There's a nearby boat! He decides to head on over, surfacing beside it and climbing aboard.]

Hey...HEY! One of you jerks tell me where we are. Are we still near Isla Emp...Imp...That place with the bars and the people? I didn't even get a chance to choose a boat, yet!