Willy has not really thought this one through, rubbing against a boat in the middle of the ocean... probably wasn't the best idea. If the shifter had thought it through he would have shifted and used his fingers to scratch that itch. The man was hardly dumb by any means... he merely lacked common sense from time to time. Still, he couldn't deny how good it felt to rub his back against the bottom of that boat, Willy entirely clueless on what was going on above him. He was so distracted, in fact, he didn't realize how close he was to tipping that boat. That very sail boat perhaps saved by the barking of a dog, the sound carrying easily in the water as he pauses. Of course there were people on the boat! Quickly, he stops his scratching, the orca removing himself by several feet as he looks up through the water with a dark eye, hardly seeing anyone yet. For a moment there was nothing and Willy can't help but swim closest to that bottom of the boat, giving it a head bump, just hard enough to send anyone on deck lurching across the wood planks. Ooooh, he could have fun with this!

Willy is ready to do it again when yelling so graces his ears, the whale mentally flinching as his tail drops in disappointment. He was just having a bit of fun. He sulks as he slowly drifts to the surface, breaching a wave as his dorsal fin feels the touch of cool air before he brings his massive head out of the water. Tilting on his side, he eyes the angry sailor with a big black eye before blowing water through his blowhole. He stays there for a moment as he regards the man peering over the edge before he calls forth that shift, his body shrinking, bones cracking and reorganizing themselves. He hardly felt the pain, when you were born this way it was easy to overcome the shift. Still, he only partially shifts, allowing his bottom half to remain that of whale, giving him a distinct merman look. Pushing his hair out of his eyes, he slicks it back as he folds his arms over his chest in an almost... pouty demeanor.

"I was just itching my back, man," he mutters, almost like a scolded child. His tail continues to churn water beneath him to keep himself lifted in the water, "No need to chop me up in little bits! I didn't do any damage at all," he states, gesturing with a hand towards the black sail boat. "You're the first sailor I've seen out here in days!" He exclaims, a hopeful note entering his voice as he drops his hands to the side with a small splash. "Have you seen a pod of orcas in the area? You know... big black and white whales like me?" He gestures to himself, "Well, what I was a minute ago," he grins, his silky attitude long gone replaced with hopeful expectancy. "Hey, that's a cool dog you have there!" He states as the massive black head peeks over the edge only to bark at Willy. Cringing, he swims away slightly, worried the dog would jump in and attack him. "Ah, he's kinda scary," he mutters, keeping ample distance between himself and the boat now.

"You have a really nice boat, sorry I gave you a scare!" Willy finally apologizes, a small shrug offered wryly. "Really though, seen any whales? I lost my pod a couple weeks ago and I think they kept migrating," he explains, the man speaking quickly, as if this person would disappear before his very eyes. It had been weeks since he had spoken to someone and Willy had so much to talk about! He wouldn't leave this man alone until he had his full, the words of conversation threatening to spill from his lips as a grin stretched across his lips, head tilted back as he regards the sailor.

Zachary Williams