Chester and Kuhn both also joined into poking at it.

"Hey! Stop poking me! I don't know where your fingers have been!" He shouted, and Chester shrugged. "You'd never find out." Kuhn scoffed. "In his nose and in a bottle, mostly." 

"What are you anyway?" Chester asked.

"I'm a Ionized God Fish"

"... That's a cool name"

"I'm a cool fish. Too cool for this dump of a ship!" the Ionized God Fish exclaimed. "Release me at once! And I will grand you my four other virtues, too! You will find true love, have beautiful children, fullfill your dreams, travel the world and forever have good health! Yes, all that, and probably more!" The fish promised all in one breath. 

"You know, Captain. I think he's full of shit." Kuhn nodded, poking the fish's cheeks. "How did ya learn to talk anyway?"

"I will not tell you."

"You should tell us." Chester insisted. "Lina, get the knife."

"FINE! I found books under the sea that I started learning from when I was but a small fishboy!"

"You mean fishman?" Chester asked. 

"Chester, pretty sure dat's racist." Kuhn noted. "Why do people keep accusing me of being racist?" Chester exclaimed with a pout.

"So you learned to read and dat's how you can talk?" Kuhn asked to confirm and the fish let out a 'uh-huh'.

"I'm calling bullshit." He said, as he held his hat, the wind picking up and a gust made his duster blow in the powerful wind. The rain had now turned into a proper downpour and the water was streaming onto the deck. "See, this storm will only get worse unless you release me! I have unlimited magical powers!" the fish shouted.

"Or maybe, just maybe it's a North Blue storm, it was even in the newspaper's weather section." Kuhn added, nodding back towards the newspaper.

"... I think it's magic. We should let him go.. Lina, you can put back the knife.." Chester said abruptly.

"Really?!" Kuhn asked.

"R-Really?" the Ionized God Fish asked.