25th September 2013 Wednesday

Day 268

You just have one of those days where, despite it being such a hectic week, everything feels like it's moving ok. Probably a little sloppy but once again, majority was done on my phone.

Tried to think of something to go here, but no matter how hard I tried, this seemed to be the only plot that remained. So…what the hec, I'll put it down.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dex Hamilton; only my ideas.

Bream was on the edge of her seat. Excited with the promise of seeing her father again, her webbed hands gripped the cushion below her as the ship sped through space. Tung raised an eyebrow in her direction, smirking at her obvious attitude.

"Excited?" he questioned, although he already knew the answer. She flashed him a bright grin, nodding her head rapidly.

"I am, I really am. Thank you so much you guys," the girl thanked both the boys who had accompanied her on this re-con. Dex smiled to her in the rear view mirror.

"It's my pleasure. I'd love to see how the community is going now that everyone has reduced their fishing quota and have resorted to an alternate food source," informed Dex. Bream and Tung exchanged glances from their seats in the second row, smirking in amusement at what their leader thought was interesting.

"Yeah, I'm not sure if the mayor is as keen to see you as you are to see him," Bream giggled, earning a laugh from Tung. Dex merely shrugged it off.

"No matter, we can always talk to your father," the entomologist pressed a yellow button on the dash. "Prepare for landing."

Seat belts were clicked into place as the small portion of the crew braced for contact. The yellow button had activated the floatation devices outside the ship, which allowed their craft to land gracefully. The moment Tung had undone his seat belt; Bream had already left the carrier and was heading towards the exit.

"Just like a dedicated entomologist," Dex mused as he left his own ship.

Bream raced down the pier, enjoying the smell of salty seaweed and the sound her webbed feet made as they collided with the eroded wood. Dex and Tung tried to stay at her heels, but the frog girl's determination was too strong.

Ascending one more jetty, Bream rapped loudly on the metal door, bouncing on the balls of her feet. The rest of the crew had finally caught up, panting for breath yet still managing to look composed enough for Threadfin.

However, he did not answer the door.

The metal swung open, revealing a tall, large woman of Bream's species, mixing a bowl of what looked like Tung's dip. Her eyes widened at the sight before her.

"Bream?" she asked, ceasing her stirring. The girl in question had become silent, yet still managed to nod numbly with a cocked eyebrow. The woman in front smiled broadly, before stepping aside to allow the group to enter. "Come in, come in."

Bream entered her old house wearily, looking around and everything that had changed. It felt like a whole other place.

"Threadfin, look who's here," the woman called, hollering towards a room that was sealed off by a curtain. A shadow emerged behind it and pulled back the heavy material.

"Bream!" he cheered, waddling towards her with outstretched arms. "Threadfin is so happy to see you. Yes."

Bream accepted the hug, but her eyes remained on the door woman. "Dad, who is this?"

Threadfin looked behind, locking a nervous gaze with the girl.

"Threadfin introduce daughter. Bream, this is Marina," for some reason, his voice lowered a little as his head dropped. "Threadfin never betray Bream or Bream's mother. Threadfin find happiness with Marina."

"You…you-what?" was all Bream could stutter out after hearing the news. "This all happened without even telling me? Dad, a letter would've been-"

Her words were silenced as her gaze fell on the little child standing behind Marina. At the begging words of "mama," the rest of the Hamilton Habitat crew widened their eyes at the sight.

"I-is she?" Bream could feel the anger and tears rising in her throat. What was going on here?

"Threadfin is not father to Coral," her father stated quickly, correcting his daughter's thoughts. "Coral is Marina's daughter; Bream is Threadfin's daughter. Together, we are happy," he held out his hand, hoping that Bream would take it. She merely stared down at it with her mouth ajar, unsure at what to do next.

"Excuse me," she whispered, before turning on her heels and running past the door. Dex and Tung remained at the entrance, delivering sympathetic looks to the disappointed and hurt Threadfin.

"Threadfin thought that would have gone differently."

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