For those two people reading this, enjoy!
Nago picked up his bags and followed Mine as he flopped his way towards the exit. As soon as he stepped outside, the cat let out a sound which, if it could be written down, would be spelt "Mreorolw!" as he teetered on the edge of a small jetty. The entire horizon was water. Wet water. The space port was on a tiny island in a sea of water. It was his worst nightmare.
"Chillax, dude," said Mine, patting him on the back with a soggy fin, "I'll call you a Subtaxi, we can go to the Undersea Hotel for one night, and you can be on your rocket tomorrow.
"OK," breathed Nago, "Its fine- what did you say Underwater Hotel?"
"Yeah, and Subtaxi,"
"A what?"
As if in answer, a submarine, sleek black, with the word 'Subtaxi' written on a panel on the top, surfaced from the deep. The window of the, in lack of a better word, cockpit, wound down, revealing a Pengi.
"Hey, I thought you was going to Ripple Star?" asked the Pengi, looking quizzically at Nago.
"I got on the wrong rocket and- what, were you the Pengi in the taxi this morning?"
"Yeah, that was me. I got transferred. Anyway, where to?"
"The Underwater Hotel," said Kine, "But only for the cat, I'm swimming."
And with that, he jumped off in the water. Nago hesitantly climbed into the Subtaxi and it descended, diving after his fishy friend.
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"Everything ok back there?" asked the Pengi to Nago in the back seat.
Nago gave a shaky thumbs up, and curled up into a panicked ball. After a while, they got down to a, or rather the, Underwater Hotel. It was spectacular building. It was blue, a sea blue, pointed and futuristic, jutting out from a cliff face like a... hotel jutting out of a cliff face (it was incomparable to anything else, sorry). Nago momentarily forgot his hydrophobia has he gazed at it in awe, before remembering and resumed it.
The Subtaxi and Mine drove/swam into an opening in the side. The door slide shut and the water flushed out if the room, as if someone had pulled out a giant plug. The door of the Subtaxi opened, and the Pengi looked expectantly at Nago.
"34 Stars please," he sai, holding out a flipper, "And I checked, salmon aren't acceptable payment."