"Captain, after you taught us about relay transport last time, the Great Clan Leader praised me for being smart when I got back. That's why I rushed to be the one collecting the goods this time."
The captain wiped his sweat. "You really are smart, Jeff," he praised. "You're not like other Fishmen."
As he spoke, the captain patted Jeff's shoulder.
Jeff was soaked, and the captain only realized something was amiss after two pats. He hurriedly tried to wipe his wet hand on Jeff's clothes, but that only made it dirtier.
"Jeff, why are your clothes so filthy?" the captain said, his face a mask of disgust. "Don't you ever wash them?"
"That's just how it is on Fishman Island. I've washed them, but they get like this again by the next day," Jeff said, staring blankly down at his clothes.
The captain resorted to wiping his hands with a handkerchief. "Have your brothers bring the cargo up."
