She knew what he was really saying to her. She knew she would make them sad and worried but she was doing it anyway. Having all this thrown at her made everything bubble up and over. Not feeling scared but feeling apprehensive, feeling sad and repulsed with herself. I'm going to need you to tell me what's so important that you'd make them worry? Make them sad? What's so major that I'd need to put myself in danger for you to achieve it?" "So I'm going to need you to explain it to me. He sat down before her, head down a little. From the ones you hang out with regularly to the ones you've probably never talked to before." His sly look morphing into a smile for a moment before slipping back. The only difference is that they gush about you like parents." But each member of the crew talks about you like its gossip. It's not something you'd know about since they don't do it around you. The only thing you didn't take into account is how often they all talk about you."Įven though finding out took more time. Getting a little information from a wide variety of people. But what else was there? She was desperate so terrible desperate.Īnd no one learned anything without making a few mistakes. Probably one of the dumbest things she had ever planned to do. "To sail across the calm belt using the voice of all things to guide me." She was the metaphorical mouse caught in his trap. His own stark black ones unmoving, unchanging. He crouched down to her height, looking her dead in the eyes. "But I think we have a bit more to talk about then nicknames right now, don't we?" The fishman asked, a smile turning into a smirk as they fell into silence again. He had called her that only a handful of times.
She questioned into the night air unable to think of anything else to say. She was caught after having made it so far, so what now? Namur, standing there before her looking down expectantly. Joy was quick to spin around on the spot.Īlmost falling over due to her one leg already in the boat.
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