Tavern
The grizzled, one-eyed first mate fron the vessel on which you arrived,lowers his mug of grog, wipes the foam from his beard, and says, "Aye, that the beasties be, but I would'na fret much over it, such creatures are always wanting their next meal. And the snaggletoothed fishies ye were peering at likely swam upstream from the sea, for that's where I've seen their like before more often than not. They sometimes follow their prey fairly far inland, but the climes they have to deal with in the rivers don't agree with their rugged constitutions and they either grow fat, soft, and vulnerable, and so fall prey to other creatures, or they turn tail fins upstream and re-enter the briny depths where for which they are better suited."
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