Hello! How are you? (perhaps this can be a signature :D) Make sure to keep track of my profile because I will be posting one shots of Cuphead and other things. Do you like Mario bros? Perhaps Undertale? Enjoy this short!
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She wipes the last of the blood from her cheek.
It's been long enough for the Mermaid to fume to herself, send her eels away, and slowly reverts back into herself. Snakes, slitted eyes, green complexion no longer there. She's alone. With nothing else to do, other than soak in the silence, she puts her reef back together. Starting with the shell garden.
It's a mess. The sand has burnt spots, shells broken and out of order, kelp garden gnarled. She looks at the forgotten treasure chest and pile of clams, and sighs a thousand pounds. She gets back to work.
Cala Maria finishes replacing burnt sand for white sand before she moves onto her sand dollar stacks. While doing so, incoming seagulls and albatrosses break the silence. Not her preference of company, but better than dwelling alone.
She remembers what Mugman said about seeing her later. It does give her hope to see a friend again, but the way the fiasco ended leaves a bad taste in her mouth, like the time she tried sea cucumber for the first time. She asks herself, when will they see each other again? Will they come bad to reep her contract? But, more importantly, will the brothers escape the devil's deal?
She sighs.
Sighs again, expect a pelican sighs back. This pelican is Paul. He waddles around the reef, snatching loose hermit crabs, dragging along an olive bottle tied to his leg.
"Hello," She says with gray in her voice, "what d'you have there, sky-dweller?"
Paul squacks with a deep throat.
Gingerly, the Mermaid retrieves the bottle, forgetting about the reef mess. This is more interesting. She removes the cork, pats out the message, and frowns. It's too small to read and she may rip it if she tries.
But curiosity is better than cleaning, she thinks.
Paul waddles off while Cala searches the surviving pirate ships for a tool. But first she fixes the row of ships she toppled earlier. How did she get that carried away? It sometimes happens, getting carried away, but not this terribly.
She returns with a spyglass. Looking through it backwards, it grows the writing from a font nine into a twenty-six. Now she reads.
Deer Cupheed, I have been kidnapped, but don't worry, I'm safe and sound. Cala Maria is super nice! She taught me to swim, she gived me clams, and she talks a lot about things she likes. You would like her if you gotten to know her like me Anyway, I'm fine and I hope you are. No need for a fight. I can't thiink of anything else.
PS, don't take her contract, she's good. PPS, l'm in a volcano thingy.
After putting the paper in her personal treasure chest, she sharpened her skills at beached water-polo.
