"Sir!" Ruiz said when they'd been at it for a few days, skirting the coast of a peninsula known for its fragrant jungles. "I believe we're lost."
He stabbed the chart in front of him with an accusatory index finger.
The captain, more than a little tipsy on rum, stumbled to the bow of the vessel. He pointed at the water, where a creature hued from blue muscle cut the water, leaving a wedge in its wake. "Follow that bullet-headed sea creature, Ruiz! He'll guide the way!"
"But he's not on the chart! There's a serpent down here in the corner, but..."
"Then add him!" the captain roared, and Ruiz slunk away to the cartography chamber where he was finally able to put his aqua pencils to good use...