Nora, my yodel's master, was lying on the pages of my friend, the Grimoire, and snoring softly. My tail cocked and fell. A flock of moon moths floated in from the window like sky lanterns, and I jumped into the air with joy. It doesn't matter if you can catch it or not. The higher I jumped, the moon moth floated beside me, making me slap left and right.

A moon moth began to bend, curling inward, writhing and struggling, until it finally took on the shape of a mackerel. All around me, the other moon moths began to spin in mid-air, all of them turning into small fish floating in the air. Delicious – suddenly the whole world was turned upside down. The books on the shelves were all scattered and popped to the ceiling. My nora floats upward, still asleep. The little fish struggled in all directions, and we kept falling upwards, falling, falling—

I woke up, blinking in the wooden box, the moonlight shining through the cracks in the planks. Which stinky rat came and told me, how did I get here? Oh yes. The smell of fresh fish filled my nose, and I remembered wandering through the streets of Bilgewater, finding a box of dried fish, and when I had eaten my fill, I fell asleep on my round belly.

Before I could regain my comfortable position, I felt a sudden tilt under my stomach and I fell to the side. Dozens of small dried fish fell on me – just like in my dreams! — and my stomach gurgled.

The Grimoire flapped its wing-like pages in the corner, trying to dodge the falling dried fish as much as possible. It always acts as if food is harmful to its pages. I thought it would be nice to be a pile of dried bark with some fishy smell. But the Grimoire clearly knows more about dry bark, so I won't fight it.

I peeked out through the cracks in the planks. The floor creaked below us, and the moonlight shone flickering in the distance...... On the sea!

"Why?!" I cried, "Napping never hurts!" ”

The Grimoire opened and closed angrily. I don't know water, and neither do the Grimoire.

I started to panic. The Grimoire made a sound of knowing so, reminding me not to worry—but it was too late. In desperation, I scratched and scratched at the plank, accidentally tearing up some small dried fish. This sea has ruined my favorite snack – it's the worst kind of water! I clawed open the cover of the tome and turned to a page of frosty portals that would keep us away from this wet nightmare. We have to flee somewhere else, anywhere. It's okay to be cold.

Just as I was about to jump into the portal of the Grimoire, I heard a scream, like the sound of silver bells and the brightest rainbow. This scream made my fluff stand on end. It's the screams of yodelers.

I glanced out through the gap in the planks and saw two human sailors dragging a blue-haired yodeler to the edge of the messy ship's deck. One of them had a black beard, the other was round, and both were smirking. They trampled on bundles of harpoons, rods, spears, and thick circles of fishing line. It must be someone who hunts deep sea monsters.

"This gadget can help us catch a valuable puff fish, can it?" Said the first sailor.

"I've heard that the biggest fish love yodel meat," said the fat sailor, "and I've never tried it before." After all, Bilgewater doesn't have many yodelers either. ”

The blue-haired yodeler screamed softly, wrestling in their hands. "I'm not bait!" He shouted loudly, every word bursting. "Please, let me go!" But the sailors did not relent.

A great shaking shook the wooden box that held me, and the whole boat tilted. "Ah, it's the fish. Fill our ship with fish! The first sailor said through his teeth. I don't like his teeth.

A huge dorsal fin circled the boat, and a wake the size of a lion crashed into the side of the boat. The Grimoire is tugging at me. I knew it wanted us to escape through the portal, to get out of the permeable water right away, so that no one could see us, but I heard the yodeler crying. I reached out of the wooden box with one of my paws and opened the plug. I'm not going to let a yodeler die. I've lost my Nora.

The sailors watched as the dorsal fin swayed violently in the water. They didn't notice that I jumped out of the wooden box, like the quietest tiger approaching from behind them.

The poor yodeler was tied to the end of a long fishing rod, and the sailors were hoisting the rod out of the side of the ship. Foam was rising from the sea beneath him. Why does the water always look so ugly?! I jumped over the pile of harpoons, and the Grimoire followed, slapping the pages nervously and hovering in mid-air beside me. They saw us.

"Is that a purple raccoon? - And a flying book? A sailor asked.

"I think it's a bear and a book," said another sailor.

"You two idiots, that's a cat." The third person said. "Catch it!"

The sailors rushed towards me, but I nimbly shuttled under their feet. I unfolded the ball of magic and swirled around their legs. They tripped like a teacup being knocked over on the table.

I was lying on the fence next to the fishing rod, not knowing what to do next. The waves rolled beneath us, and my hunting instincts kicked in – the hunter was going to pounce.

"Let go of me!" The yodeler grabbed the rod and shouted. "I'm not bait. It's so weird, so embarrassing! ”

He was lucky that I wasn't afraid of fish. Although I don't like water.

I jumped on the fishing rod. Time may slow down when the cat jumps into the air. I tried my best to spread my claws as if I were spreading two small pies. The wind on the water was blowing through my fluff, and I was determined to do everything in my power to save the yodeler. Besides, after jumping into the air, there is no turning back.

"Don't worry, little blue yodelers!" I shouted. "I'm here to save you!"

The yodeler and my fate were intertwined, and I landed on his shoulder, the Grimoire behind me.

The rod was crushed by us. This is the largest fish I've ever seen – one-third the size of this boat. A bloody mouth emerged from the sea, hundreds of fangs glittering in the moonlight. Its large mouth can swallow almost two cows at the same time, without chewing it. Even in the dark, I could see with the help of my bright light that its body was covered with sharp, sharp scales, both silver and purple.

The giant capsal fish swallowed us up—the yodelers, the Grimoi, and me—and with a rod, there was plenty of space.

We hit the roof of the jaw of the big fish and it must have fallen back into the water. It's pitch black and it smells like stinky seafood! But before it could swallow us up, I blew out the balloons of the magic shield and wrapped us up, making us stuck in the fish's throat. The yodelers screamed at this. The fish slapped violently, and the three of us were flung in all directions, but all the while under the protection of the impermeable bubbles.