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.

Eddy: Sigh.

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.