Shore: Huh? Where...am I? Trinidad: Well, not dead or drowned, at least...do you remember me, Mr. Shore? You were my trainer at NSA...until I left the agency...Trinidad: ...And became a calypso singer. Shore: TRinidad! Of course! But...judging by the surroundings...also a member of Tidal Wave's homo aquaticus... Calypso: Guilty as charged.

Trinidad: You remember my specialty at the agency? Shore: Communication, right? My necklace corrupts corrupts radio transmissions---amplifying them, interfering with the original--like 'white noise' intersplicing my 'Full Fathom Five' song.Trinidad: I've been shadowing you. I'm the reason you've never been able to communicate with anyone. Why Sharktooth cut in on your ship-to-shore. Even Mindmistress... can't find you.



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