Jason watched, horrified as the Captain dove under as well. Not wanting anything to happen to David, the ferret clasped his harpoon in both paws and held a dagger in his teeth. He took a running start and dove into the water, fire in his eyes as adrenaline flooded his system, ready to take out whatever may be in store for him. He had wanted to stay out of the water, for it was what always revealed his secret. His fur seemingly melted to his body, becoming solid, then was steadily replaced with vibrant, blue scales. His footpaws flattened and elongated, stretching into long webbed flippers. What appeared to be a small fin crested his head and small fins grew from his elbows. Clear scales covered his eyes to allow him to see. Jason had never shown David this trait, for it was this that got him discharged from the royal navy. Nobody knew, at first glance anyway, that Jason was not a run-of-the-mill ferret.