Valspan felt something impact one of his extended roots with enough force to easily shoot up through the thin boards he'd carved out of the thick jungle trees, but his ludicrously hard root stopped whatever it was dead in it's tracks, rocking the whole pontoon from the effort. The impact that could have shattered at least part of their makeshift boat barely stung the plant man, drawing his attention there momentarily before crew members began to get snatched off the sides.<br/><br/>Rather than be worried, angry or frightened, Valspan was delighted! These were fish people! Just like the fish man who didn't want to tell him where the city was! If he could catch on, maybe he could get it to tell him how to get to the city! It had been sort of fun building this raft with this little group, but he needed to continue his quest, his unending research eventually. He wanted to stay long enough to get a taste of all the female crew members, but given the choice of heading to the fish city and staying with this crew, he'd head to the city, obviously!<br/><br/>Of course, he didn't need to choose quite yet. He still needed to catch one of these flighty little fishies! His vines spread out, weaving between all the crew members backing away from the edges of the pontoons, and dipped into the water over the edge. His vines stretched, hanging a good several meters into the water, waving through the water randomly, hoping one of the fish people would either swim through his limbs or attack them. Either way the living ropes of iron would enwrap anything they touched with an unbreakable grip and haul them up onto the pontoon. More than that, any fish people that were caught by the impossibly strong vines would be lifted straight out of the water and lifted over the yawning maw of the Goada, then shoved inside before the vines would go back to 'fishing'. He might have grabbed the ones that jumped out of the water earlier, but he just wasn't that fast, unfortunately.  It wouldn't matter if there was one or a dozen fish men, if they touched his vines, then be wrapped up and stuffed into the expansive stomach of the tree, making the deck creak with his weight once more. If he didn't catch any, that meant the fish people weren't coming near the ship anymore, so Sin would probably be happy with that, right?<br/><br/>(Apologies, I didn't think the characteristically slow party member should be the one to react first.)