I'm a Stingray?

Knowing that she might not be the best hunter, instead he put value on other aspects, therefore inviting. "No rush. Better come with me, we have another mission on our hands."

Sensing danger but unwilling to back down, she swallowed fear by asking. "Oh really? What do we have to do?"

"Kinda like what we did before, but I need you to translate if we meet fish I can't understand." Well the boy was drowsy enough to be direct, it was clear that this lady was of better use as a translator. "By the way have you seen Haze, my sister?"

Catching up with the boy after he clumsily swam away, Amie answered. "She's in the mist, there are more animals there than in the mist apparently."

"The mist... that's a good place to hunt." He answered casually but yet was sad once more as the mist gave a flashback of a small memory with Alba.

...

250 meters of slow swimming later, they managed to find one thing Timmy treasured enough to remember where it was exactly located, his den!

Titles considered, we can call this den his second one now as it was too old to be called new. This is the same smaller spot the boy claimed after his first den was invaded by the moray eel.

After squeezing a meter through the 10 centimeter wide entrance, he felt at home after the ugly features of this place caught his eye. Full of gravel and rock as walls and sand at the bottom acting like a mattress.

At this point he did not want to lay on the sand considering the idea of how it was made, but he specifically came here to check something. "My food... it was stolen by little bastards behind that border."

Expressing so, he could see the long fish toughen up as well, yelling. "How dare they? Thieves!"

"I had a lot of food here, a dead barracuda as well but everything was stolen!" It's not like he didn't expect for such a thing to happen, the system even warned about it in the beginning but still...

To have food or any possession stolen, it just triggered a type of ego that felt more like an offense. He was getting angry, but the warmth in his heart grew stronger than that.

This ditch-like 7 foot deep den, had been here when Timmy was suffering before and after the sardine storm. Seeing it again grew a great feeling although just a few days had passed that kept these two apart.

So after observing the 4 foot wide den for a while, he decided to add. "Well the ones who ate my food are probably dead now, the food pile in the hidden den is massive."

And then they got out of the den, going for the misty darkness just 50 meters away behind this little place he called home.

The border... well it carried a burden far heavier than what he faced with Alba here... this is where he almost died the first time.

Depth here was indeed a problem, he had swam far too deep last time, deeper than what his back could handle.

Well not he can at least sink 210 meters deep, perhaps the extra 10 might not be too helpful but it can make a difference, the things Timmy would do to have those extra meters when he almost died here.

With a bit of observation, he could clearly see that Haze wasn't here. Well his limited vision could tell that fact apart at least, after all he can only see 20 meters away before everything becomes a big blur.

"She isn't here, any ideas?" Tim asked, trying to shake away the minor trauma which was currently paired with drowsiness.

Wanting to be more helpful than just a translator, she pitched. "My nose is good enough to find your sister... although I might be wrong."

Although still unable to focus, he did manage to pick out something strange, therefore expressing it with a question. "You smelled my sister?"

Realising where she had taken a sharp turn in the conversation, she tried to save herself from embarrassment. "Of course and I was right to do so. See, we need it!"

...

About 10 minutes of smelling later, they had followed the line that separated mist from clarity, heading directly west as the borders demanded it.

Avoiding trouble became easy as they just had to swim a foot or two underneath the line. There was half a tunnel in most of their travel to the west, which aided greatly in terms of camouflage.

Since the mist didn't exactly have thousands of animals swimming around, it became easier to avoid trouble.

But...

What captivated their sense of vision a split second after they stopped travelling, was difficult to comprehend.

It was Haze, obviously. But the little lady had pierced and was clinging on a tunafish a hell load of times bigger than her.

And it seemed like she was losing the fight, because the tunafish began to struggle more than the hunter can handle.

Worse yet, it began to swim towards the mist at full speed, dragging the young lady along.

Understanding that the water pressure can kill her, Tim charged right after, following the enemy who had practically abducted his sister.

But then felt a bash underneath, which didn't fail to lunge the boy straight up for a couple of feet and then he noticed the same tunafish swimming straight up and towards the water surface.

This at least wasn't so bad, even if they get netted again, Tim at least had experience regarding how to break free from such death promising shackles.

So after feeling grateful that such a clash didn't cause him any health damage, the young man began to follow the menace of a tunafish.

But speed wasn't to his advantage, this sea disk can only go at a maximum speed of 3 mp/h while the enemy was going at least 10 times as fast.

It's speed was remarkable and at this point he began to think his sister as stupid for taking such a bite.