The sailors were out on the open sea, the sun beating down on them as they tended to their duties. As they sailed the vast ocean, Harry couldn't shake off the feeling that something was not right. "Why is the ocean so calm?", "By this time of the day we should have already seen many fishes...", he fidgety asked the others.

Peter, one the sailors, suddenly spotted something far away. Peter had always had a sharp eye and could spot the biggest catches from a mile on. His eyesight was compared to that of an eagle's eye, and the rest of his crew called him "The Eagle". Peter had spotted the movement when everyone else was still looking for a mere blink. It was the same as this time but they hadn't seen it before.