NiGHTS paused in his exploration of the riverbed, cocking his head to listen to a familiar voice. Hook. From the sounds of it, he was giving someone orders - and not very nicely, at that. NiGHTS hated bullies; he always had, and it had been that (combined with boredom, of course) that had led NiGHTS to abandon Wizeman and his cause. Well, it looked like NiGHTS wouldn't be so bored tonight, after all... but what to do about it?

The nightmaren thought for a few moments. Hook had mentioned a crocodile, hadn't he? And a ticking one at that. Perhaps it was time to put that knowledge to good use. Concentrating for a moment, NiGHTS shifted his form into a rather large crocodile and swam just under the boat (hopefully, the darkness would disguise the fact that NiGHTS couldn't change his coloration). Firmly repressing a mischievous giggle, NiGHTS began to imitate a ticking clock.