The Prophesied Mega: Devouring Tyrant or Sea Guardian?

~~~Location: Baltimare, Shipping Docks~~~
~~~Time: 9:27 PM~~~
~~~POV: Baiton Hook, 3rd Person~~~

A week later...

Baiton is reading a newspaper about the princesses putting a warning out to all of the denizens of Equestria, saying to inform them about any unusual creatures that hunt naturally in the wild, and he scoffs before tossing it into the nearby trash can.

"Unusual creatures?" Baiton asks no one in particular. "Good luck trying to find normal ones... let's see..."

He looks around the docks until he finds another pony, a male unicorn, talking with another male earth pony who seems to be a captain of a small vessel, before walking away from the pony, he approaches the unicorn.

"I'm kind of busy," the unicorn says to him with a gruff voice, a list and pen floating up in his magic, "unless you're here for business."

"Kind of, I'm looking for a... erm..." he says, pulling out a piece of paper and unfolding it, "Captain 'Glider'? Do you know where his ship is docked...?"

"Ah, that one," he says, looking through the list, squinting a bit. "Let's see, ah, dock 28..." He turns around and points off in the distance.

"Section 6, towards the middle of the section," he states simply before moving along.

"Thanks," Baiton says, before beginning to fly over the area.

Eventually, he finds himself landing before and staring in awe at a well-maintained, modern day fishing boat, one that he could only hope to afford by himself one day.

"Are ya done gawkin', colt?" A gruff voice asks, startling him from his thought, making him look around until he sees the griffon captain himself.

The griffon, Grey Glider, better known amongst his fellow fishermen as "Storm Glider" due to his risky, but rewarding catches that he's landed, therefore becoming the 'eye of the storms' that would normally get others severely injured or worse...

"Oh, sorry sir, I'm-" Baiton starts to say, but is cut off by Grey.

"Baiton Hook, you're my new 'right-hoof pony', is that right?" He asks, looking the pegasus over, looking somewhat unimpressed. "Hopefully your work is as good as I've heard and not what I'm expectin', otherwise, I'm gonna make your name be more literal than ya have ever thought possible..."

He walks onto the boat as Baiton swallows nervously, before following the griffon into the ship, named "Siren's Call", then looks over the equipment before him, a lot of things to take some bigger fish, or a lot of small fish.

"So, erm," Baiton starts, then looks back to Grey, "what exactly is the job we're gonna be doing, while I'm working with you, Captain?"

"Glad you asked," Grey says, moving some of the equipment off to the side, "we're gonna need a bigger boat for a good while, since some of the local shark populations have gotten outta hand, and have been reducin' the number of fish we can catch, so it's ta help us, and our rivals, unfortunately."

"Sharks... huh," Baiton says with a thoughtful expression, "never thought I'd be out fishing for one of the deadliest critters of the sea..."

"And I neva thought I'd enjoy it as much as I do, yet here we are," Grey states, gesturing to the area around them, "though, I hope you've got a strong stomach, pony, since we're gonna be doin' some chummin'."

Baiton looks at him, confused, before asking, "What's 'chumming'?"

Grey smiles and drops a couple of buckets beside Baiton, who, upon looking inside, looks a little green now, after seeing it's contents, being animal-remains.

"You've gotta lot to learn, little colt," Grey says with a bit of a smirk, "and I'm gonna to teach you all of it, and then some."