[It's wet carpet under John's feet, tough commercial-grade pile sopping wet with seawater that squishes out under ever step. The echoes suggest that there is a floor, at least, even if the layout makes no sense in context of city nor whale.
The dripping grows louder, each drop more frequent until there's the sound of water pouring down ahead of John.]
I'm the definition of cool. Hey, come look at this.
[It's a much more human voice now, like an actual person standing a few yards ahead.]
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The dripping grows louder, each drop more frequent until there's the sound of water pouring down ahead of John.]
I'm the definition of cool. Hey, come look at this.
[It's a much more human voice now, like an actual person standing a few yards ahead.]