Here's a friendly-looking fellow. I wish I could ask for help, but I'm running out of air.
You won't last long down here - if it isn't the water in your lungs, it'll be the cold. Climb into my stomach and we'll see if we can't get you to an island or something.
*sputter* That was a tight fit. At least I can breathe in here for a while.
I'd better find a seat - we're beginning to move. I wonder how long it will take us to find an island?