The boy paddles out between a pair of the lighthouses, passing into their shadows.
Boy: Thanks for helping, Eddy. You can have my dessert today.
Eddy: Well, yeah. 'Cause you're gonna get EATEN.
Boy: Will not. I'll be careful.
Eddy: Will too.
Boy: Shut up.
The boy continues paddling, passing out into the light again.
Eddy: This is dumb, Pavel. You can't feed them all.
Pavel: I'm not trying to. If it keeps one person from being bitten later, it's worth it.
Pavel comes to a stop.
Eddy: Hey, if you don't come back, can I sell your paddleboard? It's probably worth like a thousand —
Pavel turns off the radio.
Pavel: Nope. G'bye, Eddy.
Pavel spreads his arms, looking down below. He smiles broadly.
Pavel: HAPPY FRACTURE DAY, GUYS!
Before him, a swarm of seaghosts, moaning and pawing at an invisible barrier. Men, women, beasts. Among them, a horse ghost. They all look pained, as usual.
Pavel's face drops. He looks sad.
Pavel: All right... Maybe HAPPY is the wrong word.