Igor and Stan Sol were quite clear: their harassment wouldn't have much effect anymore. The opponent was quickly becoming accustomed to it. The initial attacks of the seabirds were indeed like mosquito bites—annoying, certainly—but after a while, their target could get used to such things.
It was like an ox initially unable to adapt to gadflies, continuously swatting with its tail. As time went on, the young ox became an old one, and the habit of swatting gadflies with its tail became deeply ingrained. Even with its eyes shut tight, it could still drive them away.
Now, Igor and Stan Sol's seabirds were those gadflies, and the dark ocean waves were the old ox's tail. Though annoying, the gadflies were no longer a threat to the ox.
Their harassment had become too monotonous, and unfortunately, neither of them could come up with any better methods for the time being.
The vast ocean continued to send waves crashing, and it looked like they would soon hit their location.
