#moreyes

this is overwatch canon

bonus: jack’s response

The moray has a love/hate relationship with anglers.  On one side the warm blooded opportunists are stealing his food supply for fun and leisure, usually leaving behind piles of garbage and generally wrecking the landscape.  On the other hand they make his life that much easier.  If he gets to them on time.  By snatching up hooked prey on the fly and scoring easy meals.

Hopefully this day sees a whole lot of option two.

He’ll swim up as close as he’s able to, using shadows and rocks and the like in an attempt to remain hidden away, and he’ll wait.  Until...

Ah those poor unsuspecting bastards.

Fish and human alike.

She’s going to have a snickering, nibbling moray on her hands if she keeps this up.

Don’t worry, he doesn’t bite.

Much.

Not a secret to the world, they are a reclusive race, but hardly aggressive unless provoked.  They’d cross paths with divers and swimmers, leisure craft wayfarers and the like without so much as a wave or nod acknowledging their existence.

Always so loud.  Always so pompous.  Humans were an entitled lot that the moray avoided for the most part.  But given the location of his lair and general territory, that being smack dab in some popular tourist attraction, he had little choice but to make nice to make peace.

And besides, photo ops and trinket trading kept him fed and safe.  Mostly.

But it had been quiet for the past few days as a large yacht passed through and anchored nearby.  Scaring off the usual tourists or money playing a part in clearing out the space, the moray only assumes, caring very little and almost grateful for a moment’s respite.  Which left him bored after the second day and curious enough to start watching the activities bustling about the vessel.

On the fifth day of partying and lunging about, he had had enough, and hungry he’ll make his presence known.  Swimming up to the ship he paws about, looking for a means to further investigate, or at the very least grab a human’s attention.