The next day dawns misty and wet, but for Japik’s plans that is of no great concern. So long as the sea remains calm enough, which seems to be the case, his exploration of the underwater cliff-side should be unaffected by the surface weather.
Accompanied by Hjalmar, the Bjornaer magus makes his way to the harbour and the rowing boat beached there. Soon, with the help of one of the sailors, the boat is again moving north along the towering cliff. Off Japik’s clothes go, into the water the magus dives to transform into his animal body.
Occasionally coming back to the boat, so that they can keep up with him as he moves north, Japik takes his time as he explores the rocky side of the island. His earlier exploration had been hurried the previous day, but now he goes into small caves and openings into the rock looking for things of interest. Occasionally rousing the small inhabitants, be they crabs or fishes. He notes with interest small patches of greenish black rock, but that is not so unusual as to warrant more than a few moments. A few of the caves are a little deeper, but none reveal anything of real interest.
A few times, he catches the distant echoes of other dolphins’ calls, but he can’t quite make out the content of those calls. It would be so tempting to cease his disappointing explorations and join those distant cousins. He is running the thought around in his head, swimming in circles to clear kinks out of his sleek body, when he notices a number of lumps on the sandy bottom. A shape just a bit too regular to be a rock...
A few flicks of his tail later, Japik is close to the lump. A quite nicely circular lump, of something buried into the sand. Brushing aside the sand with his tail reveals a greenish circle about a handspan thick and a bit less than two feet wide, with a hole in the middle.