…on Moray eels…   like, how long do they usually get?  What color are they typically?  By gosh Ken was right… the Giant Moray reaches 3m in length (9.8 ft) and and weighs in at 60 lbs. The Slender Moray can get longer than that but isn’t as impressive…  But what’s really freaky is the second set of jaws that lie inside the mouth designed to pull prey into the digestive tract!  Ewww!  But in all the images that pop up, not a single one is pink!

And Mark is smart to give this thing a wide berth…  here’s a video of what seems like a ‘tame’ Moray biting a diver’s thumb off!!  OK I have to admit I couldn’t watch the whole thing!  He’s a dumb-ass anyway for feeding “Emma” sausages…  But it’s the final scene from “The Deep” where Louis Gossett Jr. gets his head crushed by a Moray, only slightly more interesting that the earlier scene where Jacqueline Bisset is entered in an underwater wet t-shirt contest where she is the only contestant!

I hope that Mark has brought a Geiger counter with him!  I suspect radiation poisoning!

Yesterday I asked rhetorically what makes this a “Seaplane…”  is it like the old joke-  “I am on a seafood diet- I see food and I eat it?”  I see the plane so it’s a seaplane?  I do “see” now that it has a very bulbous fuselage and wings on top- no ‘toons necessary, it just uses its belly to take off and land!

It would appear that whatever is causing the shark to ulcerate is also giving the Moray Eel in panel two a creepy-pink, spam-like glow…

…should have given you an indication of depth…  Not to mention the fact that any fishing rig worth its salt would have a depth finder aboard…  but no matter.  Let’s focus on the “sea plane” that Mark found.  Landing gear/ pontoons either broken off or buried in the mud.  Other than that, not sure what makes it a “Sea Plane…”  But thank goodness the plot is starting to gel a bit…

I can see now why Mark needed “help” getting into his gear- a much more involved setup than what he had in the Swamp…

Thank goodness Mark’s “special equipment” includes a custom-fitting face mask that allows him to talk freely and communicate with Ken while he is underwater looking for Heaven-Knows-What…

“Kccchhh… Trail here… Kcccchhhh…  Wet, blue, everything looks normal down here…”

“Roger Mark…”

“OK what now?”

<better cue the shark, the big one>  <you mean Bruce from Jaws?>  <Sure… Why not??>

…and if there is one think that warrants more than “quick look” by an under-qualified naturalist it has to be the ocean.  Other than the depths of space itself, there can’t be anything more vast and mysterious than the part of our planet not above sea level…

What exactly are you looking for Ken to do to help you with, Mark?  My aren’t we getting needy all of a sudden.  You put on your scuba equipment without any help from Cherry in the Great Dismal, where you got bum-rushed by a Bull Shark… but here you need your Ol’ Friend “Mississippi Ken” to help you suit up for battle like he’s your Squire or something…

And where the heck is Kelly?  the one that saves bunny rabbits and squirrels??