Marooned on an alien planet or not, Spider-Man was still a superhero, so when he saw the commotion erupting on one of the smaller gottalas he wasted no time in jumping into the water and swimming over. By some miracle -- or maybe, the single-minded focus of the ape-fish on their goal -- he went unmolested right up until he pulled himself on board and threw himself into the fight.

For long minutes it was nothing but chaos, as Spidey pummelled, kicked, and webbed his way through the fray, bodily throwing Tiriseans out of harm's way when necessary. The ape-fish weren't as fast as he was, but they were meaner and not at all concerned about collateral damage. One scored a gash on his arm; another lunged for his leg, and without Peter's spider-sense it would've ripped into his femoral artery.

Finally, he found a clear space and a momentary absence of opponents to catch a breather and patch his wounds. But he'd only just finished applying the last of his slap-dash web-bandages when he saw one of the creatures slip down a hatch belowdecks.

Cursing to himself, he bounded after, slapping new cartridges into his web-shooters as he went.