Chapter 26
Time to Kill
Vriska's hive was bustling with the sounds and movements of many other trolls. The crew just went straight to drinking and playing games while her friends just watched, some amused, some scared. Vriska sat on the top step of the stairs watching the madness unfold before her, she didn't think she had to step in though, they were capable of taking care of themselves. Dualscar walks up and sits down beside her, looking over at her with a gentle expression.
"Ye are missin' out…" he stated.
"On what?" she asked.
"All the fun…" he replied.
"I am okay," she sighs.
"No ye aren't. Wvhat's wvrong?" he asked.
"Where do I belong?" she muttered.
"Wvith us of course!" he chuckles.
"Who is us? The crew?"
"No… Wvith all of us," he says gesturing his arm out to the entire crowd.
"I don't feel like I belong with anyone," she mumbled.
"Oh hush and quit throwvin' yerself a pity party wvhen there is a real party right there for ye… Yer friends seem nervwous… Be the mediator and make both groups havwe fun wvith each other… Vwriska these people are here because they care about ye and they are yer friends… Wve all wvant ye to havwe fun… Quit puttin' yerself dowvn and come havwe fun…" he states.
"You sure?" she grumbled.
"Evwerythin' wvill be alright…" he replied with a smile.
"Fine…" she groans as he pulled her down stairs.
When the men see Vriska they start cheering and pick her up carrying her around in praise. Cronus just sits on the couch laughing at this, but he quickly goes silent and gives a coy smile when Dualscar walks by. He makes the men set Vriska down, and give her some space so she adjust to the many people around her. The Chef comes over and gives her a plate of ribs and potatoes along with a mug of what he called 'The Good Brew'. She gives a nod to him as a thank you and goes into the kitchen to sit down and eat, she was soon joined by Eridan with a plate of his own.
"So… is this food any good?" he asked looking at her.
"It tastes great," she chuckled digging in.
"You sure," he asks poking it with a fork.
"Yes… Just because it is made by a sailor doesn't mean it will taste bad. Chef is amazing with his cooking," she says smiling softly with rib sauce on her chin.
He chuckles wiping it off of her with his napkin. "Okay wwhatevver you say." He looks down at his mug. "Is this alcohol?"
She nods taking a boorish sip from her mug. "Yeah the best kind."
"Can I havve some juice? Or wwater?" he mutters.
A nearby crew member, who was sitting up on the kitchen's bar, heard Eridan's request and started laughing out loudly. "Juice! Juice! He wants juice. Drink yer beer, boy," he laughed.
"Shut the hell up!" Vriska shouts.
"What? I ain't doing nothin' wrong…" he chuckles.
"You are an eye sore and your voice causes deafness," she teased.
"Oi, that's hurtful," he laughs falling off the bar with a thud. "Fackin' shit… Damn it…"
"Yer fuckin' drunk already arse wipe," Chef laughed bringing Eridan some juice.
"Um Thanks…" Eridan whispered drinking his juice.
"This is juice boy's fault," the crew member groaned stumbling to his feet.
"Oh shut up, that is The Orphaner's descendant. Want him kicking your ass?" Vriska chuckled.
"He's too busy being bombarded by questions from yer little friends…" he scoffed picking up his mug and drinking.
"Wait what?" she asked.
Meanwhile in the main room, Vriska's colleagues were swarmed around Dualscar, who was sitting on his couch just trying to eat dinner. The poor older man was frankly overwhelmed by all the little youngsters around him. He hadn't been around so many young people in one setting.
"4R3 YOU 4 P1R4T3?"
"No… Not exactly…"
"YOU 4R3 4 P1R4T3!"
"Um… No… I am not."
"HOW COM3 TH4T GUY H4S 4N 3Y3P4TCH TH3N 1F YOU 4R3N'T 4 P1R4T3!?" Terezi yells pointing at a very disturbed crew member.
"Because he- … Wvait... I thought ye were blind… Howv could ye see his eye patch?" he muttered.
"1 T4ST3D 1T!"
Dualscar looks over at his crewmate with the eye patch who was wiping saliva off his face. "… Ye wvhat?... Ye licked his face… but… ugh… Ye don't knowv wvhere his face has been… That… that is gross."
"SHE LICKS EVERYTHING," Karkat muttered.
"Wvhat… Evwerythin'?"
"WHY DO3S H3 H4V3 4N 3Y3 P4TCH 1F TH1S 1SN'T 4 P1R4T3 CR3W?!"
"…Ye knowv people don't havwe to be pirates to get eye patches…" he responded.
")(ow big are your muscles? Can I feel them?" Feferi giggles feeling Dualscar's biceps.
"Um…"
"VR1SK4 S41D YOU W3R3 4 P1R4T3!"
"COD DAMN IT I AM NOT A PIRATE!" He shouts.
"WHY WOULD SH3 L13?!"
"Because I used the term pirate wvith her," he grunts squeezing the bridge of his nose.
"uHHH,,, mR. dUALSCAR?" Tavros mumbled raising his hand.
"Uh… I ain't yer teacher… Don't got to raise yer hand… but I respect not just SHOUTIN' questions in me ear…" he growls.
"uMMM,,, aRE YOU SLEEPING WITH vRISKA?"
"Cod damn it… This again?"
Feferi giggles poking his fins, which caused him to turn to her with a huff. "Wvhat are ye doin'?" he asked as politely as he could since he could see this was the Empress' kin, but it was apparent he was annoyed.
"Your fins are big," she giggles.
"Yes. I knowv that. It happens wvhen ye get a little older," he huffs.
"WHY 4REN'T YOU 4 P1R4T3!?"
"Wvhat are ye on?!" he shouts.
A bottle of faygo gets shoved in his face. "ChIlL oUt BrO. sLaM a FaYgO… iT iS a MoThEr FuCkInG mIrAcLe ElIxEr…"
"Wvhat the fu- Of course it is the descendant of that ovwersized clowvn…." He groans.
"dRiNk It.."
Dualscar swipes the faygo with a huff and hands Gamzee a bottle of beer. "Here… Drink this," he snarled.
"WhAt Is It?"
"…. Miracles…" he scoffed.
"AwWw YeAh MoThEr FuCkEr," Gamzee cheers.
"Wvhat did ye just call me?" he asked offended by being called a 'Mother Fucker'.
":33 AC senses the fish pirate's annoyance," Nepeta purrs crawling on the couch.
"Wvho the hell is this?!"
"Is it true that you are… Noble?" Equius asked sweating.
"Uhhh are ye okay?... Are ye hot or somethin'? That is a lot of swveat…"
"Yes, Highb100d," he replied sweating more.
"Ummmm okayyyyy…"
"WHAT 1S 1T L1K3 B31NG 4 P1R4T3?"
"Cod damn… How old are ye?"
"T4ST3 TH3 P1R4T3…" Terezi mutters licking his cheek.
"Gah! No wvonder Vwriska left home! Can I talk to someone wvho isn't huffin' somethin'?!" he shouts.
"Did you know Vriska killed me?" Aradia asked.
"Um… she mentioned somethin' about it…."
Feferi giggles poking his face, causing him to put his head in his hands. "Wvhere the hell is Vwriska?!" he groans.
Vriska and Eridan were discussing her adventures out on the seas once again. He was curious to know what the crew that she had been living with was like. He was also just trying to make sure they didn't constantly hit on her or anything like that.
"So, you lived wwith these …. Ruffians for months?" Eridan whispered.
"They aren't all that bad," she says with lusii meat in her mouth.
"They are rowwdy and all ovver the place," he chuckles.
"They are good guys though…" she swallows the food in her mouth. "Sure, they are rowdy, and they can be a bit 'not wriggler friendly', but they are kind to me. They just like having fun and drinking, they never once tried to hurt me… They actually tried to protect me often… They are a lot better than some people I know…" she says sipping her drink.
Dualscar marches in with a huff, "Wvhat is wvrong wvith yer friends?" He grabs a bottle of heavy liquor and starts drinking.
"Oh no… Hold on I will talk to them," she sighs getting up.
Vriska gets up and walks into the main room, Eridan following close behind. "Can you guys not pester Dualscar?"
"W3 W3R3N'T P3ST3R1NG H1M…" Terezi giggles.
"Terezi You Licked Him…" Kanaya stated softly.
"You what? Don't lick Dualscar!" Vriska shouts.
"I bet you lick Dualscar," Cronus snickered.
"I heard that," she hissed.
"I didn't say anythin'" he chuckles.
"Okay… Please don't be… Yourselves to Dualscar. Last thing he needs is you guys licking, sweating, and shouting at him… He isn't immature like you guys," she huffed.
"Rude," Aradia mutters.
"I am sorry, but still…" she sighs. "If you have any questions about him ask me, okay?"
")(ow old is )(e?" she asked.
"I… uh… don't know…" she mutters, she had never thought about his age.
"How Did He Get The Scars On His Face?" Kanaya asked.
"… I actually don't know. I never wanted to bother him with the question," Vriska replied.
"Want to know about his scars?" The first mate asked walking up.
"You know what happened?" the Serket asked.
"Know? I was there," He chuckles. "How about we have a story time?"
The first mate pulls up a chair and has a seat in front of the rambunctious crowd. Vriska and Eridan have a seat in front of the couch and look up at the first mate intrigued. The couch group got quiet and listened eagerly to hear the story about how the Orphaner got his scars. Vriska had an odd twinkle in her eyes as she sipped on her mug, as the story began.
Many sweeps ago when Dualscar was just a young unmarked lad, who even wore glasses, he was assigned the role of The Orphaner. After sweeps of training his marksmanship, leadership, and fighting skills the Empress finally gave him a fleet and his crosshairs. He was only seven sweeps old when he was captaining his first ship and setting out on his first real hunt. He had a talent for killing living things, and he took that to his advantage when it came to his work. Sweeps go by as he claimed the seas as his own and became the most feared man ever known. He was proud, cocky, and never backed down from a fight, he left all his foes beaten, bloody, or dead.
When The Orphaner was ten sweeps he got word of a remote island full of monstrous lusii, nicknamed 'The Beast's Belly'. He scoffed at the thought of this island, it wasn't nothing he couldn't handle, and honestly he was eager to conquer this island. If the island was as thriving with lusii as the stories he had heard, he could easily feed Gl'bgolyb for weeks, maybe months. When his ship hit the beach of the island all that could be seen was a rustling jungle and even a few small lusii squirming on the beach. The Orphaner jumped off the ship and crushed a small lusii with his boot, burgundy blood splattering on the sand. Growls, roars, and shrieks could be heard from the jungle, and The Orphaner howled out like a mad man calling back out at the jungle.
"Hear that men! That is the sound of a decent payroll!" He yells.
The first day on the island was a piece of cake, the lusii were so measly and weak, and he was frankly bored. He had a group of men help pick up whatever he killed, and drag it out to sea while he continued his conquest. When night fell they made camp out on a ridge and dined on the meat from some sort of boa lusus. Some of tents were scattered about away from the main group, for those men were just tired and just wanted to sleep.
Morning was a different story, and The Orphaner had a new attitude with a fueled fire in his heart. Several of the tents, which strayed off, were torn to shreds and splattered in the blood of his men. Trails of the colors trailed into the woods, and some body parts were even left behind. Nearly half of his crew was gone, and he didn't even hear a single scream last night, none of the survivors did.
"Howv the fuck did this happen?!" he screamed grabbing his crosshairs.
He marched off into the jungle, his men following him as he followed the blood trails. Mangled corpses of his men were found in a pile being picked at by crows and scavenger lusii. The weird thing was that none of the men had been eaten, only killed and collected. The Orphaner didn't like this at all, this was bizarre, did the lusus only kill them out of revenge? No, that was ridiculous, lusii aren't that smart. The man became fixated on hunting down the beast that had did this to him, and his crew.
A week goes by and the remaining crew was picked off one by one, The Orphaner was eventually left with four men, one being the first mate. The Captain had a permanent scowl plastered across his face for the beast had avoided all his attacks and traps. Finally he got a strike at the beast, which turned out to be an enormous bear lusii, while it was sleeping. He had shot off part of the monster's hindquarters with his crosshairs, causing the creature to give the most bone chilling cry as it ran off into the woods. The Orphaner didn't like that sound, it made his heart stop some and his bones shake under his skin.
The sun was beginning to set as they followed the lusus' indigo blood trail further into the jungle. The four men that now made up his crew demanded to make camp, for it was dark and they were exhausted. The now crazed Orphaner left them to make camp and continued his hunt alone, he didn't need his men, they only held him down. The first mate sighed at what had become of his Captain and started up a large fire to ward of any other creatures. After a few hours there was a loud scream, not the scream of a creature, but the scream of a man, the scream of The Orphaner. The first mate assumed his beloved Captain perished and he quickly urged the remaining men to hurry back to the ship. As he ran he saw a shimmer of something metal glinting in the moonlight, he quickly picked it up to see it was the bloody pair of the Captain's glasses.
The men ran for their lives for they could hear the beast behind them, chasing them down. The men got turned around though, they didn't know where the beach was and how to get to the ship, and were left running for hours. No matter where they went there were growls and footsteps behind them. Finally, it was dawn and the men couldn't see their surroundings, instead they were tripping and stumbling around in the dark. The first mate could see the familiar path to the beach and cried out in joy running forward, before his foot crashed down into something. He falls down seeing the other men run off past him, unaware that he had fallen. He looks down to see what his foot crashed through, seeing his boot was stuck through the chest of the bloody skeletal remains of one of his close friends. He hyperventilates focusing on trying to kick it off before his heart stopped seeing the bear monster growling in his face. He pants trying to scream out, before shutting his eyes tightly and praying for a peaceful afterlife. He could feel the beast's bloody drool splattering on him as it growled before the creature screamed out again calling to death.
"Fuck you…" Dualscar growls.
The first mate looks over to see his mangled captain shooting at the beast with fury. The man's face was sliced up, his flesh dangled from the exposed meat of two diagonal gashes and blood was streaming down his face. One of his fins was dangling off the side of his head, almost falling off if it weren't for some flesh keeping it to his meat. His clothes were torn up, shredded, and splattered in his own blood. The first mate managed to get the corpse off his foot and he stood up watching his Captain fight the monster.
The beast charged at Dualscar tackling him to the ground, and going to bite the man's head off with its massive jaws. The first mate watch holding his breath in fear worried his Captain would be guillotined before him. Dualscar growls moving his head at the last moment and thrusting his lightning shaped bolt horns into the jugular of the beast. Indigo blood showered down on him as he dug his claws into the white fur of the beast and into its chest cavity. He wrapped his hands around the rapidly pulsating heart and ripped it out. The beast collapsed on him and let out its last gasp of death.
Dualscar stood up from under the beast and stood victorious, shrouded in the indigo and violet. He darted a glance at his first mate, he was a new man baptized in the blood of the beast who maimed him. He walked up to the shaken first mate and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Gimme yer blade," Dualscar said in a raspy voice.
The first mate quickly handed over the blade watching as his Captain took it and went over to the dead lusus. He began to skin the creature taking its lovely white pelt, and tossing it over at the first mate, who nervously caught it. Dualscar claimed the creature's skin as his, and the meat would go to Gl'bgolyb. The Captain rounded up his remaining crew, who was shocked to see him alive, and had them help him take the corpse to the sea. The first mate nervously went up to Dualscar, who was watching the skinned creature get thrown in the water, and handed him his glasses.
"I found these…" The first mate muttered.
"I don't need them anymore. Put them in me desk," he stated crossing his arms, he had yet to clean up his face.
The few men headed back to the Empress' palace, where the crew men were treated for their wounds and allowed to rest. Dualscar needed more rest than the others, so while he was healing the crew went around rounding up more men to work on Dualscar's ship. The pelt was hung up to dry and turned into a rug for his quarters. After his face had healed up the nickname 'Dualscar' was given to him by the Empress as a joke, because he was now stuck with two jagged scars across his face.
"Wait, so )(is first crew was killed by a bear lusus?" Feferi asked the first mate.
"Yeah, pretty much. It was only four men left after that hunt," the first mate replied.
"Wait… Does he like being called Dualscar then?" Vriska asked worried that he has been upsetting him by calling him that.
"Yeah he boasts about it now," the first mate chuckles.
Dualscar walks back in chuckling out of drunkenness as he comes and makes himself a spot on the couch. "Wvhat's goin' on here?" he chuckles.
"Just telling the story of how you became Dualscar," The first mate replied.
"Damn and I missed it? Sorry I had to get drunk so I can take more questions," he teased.
"SO 1F YOU 4R3N'T 4 P1R4TE WH4T 4RE YOU?" Terezi asked.
"I am more of a privwateer than anythin'. I hunt lusii and sometimes people," he replied.
"What Happens To The Grubs Left Alone? I Mean If You Don't Mind Me Asking," Kanaya states.
"Wvell, I knowv other Orphaners wvould eat them, turn them into sauce, but the wvhole cannibalism thing wvasn't somethin' I liked so at first I just let fate take care of it, but after I wvas maimed I rounded up the orphaned and tried to ship them off to a place wvhere they could be cared for until they grewv into their troll bodies, but unfortunately the wvoman wvho wvould take care of them is… is gone. Nowv I just try to hunt the feral or non-custodial lusii, so I don't end up screwvin' ovwer some poor grub. Sure, I am the Orphaner, but doesn't mean I can't feel sympathetic for the younglings," he sighs.
"That Is Awful, But I Suppose You Aren't A Bad Guy," Kanaya replied.
"Does t)(e Empress give you special privileges for doin' suc)( a risky job for )(er?" Feferi asked.
"Yeah got me owvn room in the palace and evwerythin'," he chuckles. "Vwriska's seen it."
"You've Been To The Palace Vriska?" Kanaya asked.
"Um… I…" Vriska sips her drink.
Dualscar picks her up and hoists her into his lap with a laugh, "She sure has. Wve wvent there right after she fuckin' savwed me ass."
"She mentioned that to me but howw?" Eridan asked looking up at him.
"Sure did!" he states.
Vriska looks around embarrassed, and nervous. "Do we have to tell this story?" she mutters.
"Yes! I had gotten me ass kidnapped by that sea cowv, Mindfang and Vwriska wvent after her to savwe me…. Good thing too because none of me other crewv wvould," he states.
"Ye told us if anythin' happened to ye to keep workin'," a crew member yells.
"Shut up!" Dualscar barked. "So she came after me as savwed me. She fuckin' chopped off Mindfang's arm!"
"WAIT, YOU DID WHAT?" Karkat yelled.
"Yeah um… I did…" she mutters trying to scoot off Dualscar's lap.
"She sure did!" he yells pulling her into his lap again. "After that wve jumped ship because wve wvere bein' swvarmed by her crewv. Wve swvam for a fewv days in the ocean before wvashin' ashore at the Empress' palace."
"W)(y didn't you tell us that story, Vriska?" Feferi asked.
"I don't know…" she mutters sipping her drink.
"All I knowv is Vwriska is goin' to make a fine pirate someday… Maybe a privwateer if she wvants that. I wvould givwe her one of me ships in me fleet if she takes that path," he laughed.
"Wait really?" she asked looking up at him.
"Of course and I wvould givwe me tiny descendant one too, if he really does wvant to be an Orphaner," he states.
"Really? You wwould givve me one of your ships?" Eridan asked.
"Dualscar you are drunk. You are just given ships away left and right," the first mate laughed.
"I am serious and not drunk," he scoffed. "If I wvas drunk I wvould be singin' shanties."
"Oh no. Don't… Don't do it Dualscar… Just… No," Vriska laughed drinking.
Dualscar clears his throat and stands setting Vriska down on the couch. He jumps up on the coffee table.
"OI! Wvhat'll wve do wvith a drunken sailor,
Wvhat'll wve do wvith a drunken sailor,
Wvhat'll wve do wvith a drunken sailor,
Earl-aye in the mornin'?"
The crew joins in starting to clap and play various instruments they had brought with them such as accordions and ukuleles.
"Weigh heigh and up she rises
Weigh heigh and up she rises
Weigh heigh and up she rises
Earl-aye in the morning."
"Oh god," Vriska groans. "This is embarrassing."
Dualscar pulls her up on the table laughing. "N-no Dualscar. Stop! I swear. I don't want to."
"I knowv ye knowv wvhat comes next," he laughed looping arms with her and making her dance.
"I don't want to," she whines.
The music gets louder and the men cheer and clapping for her to sing. Vriska groans before singing.
"Put him in the long boat till he's sober,
Put him in the scuppers with a hose-pipe on him.
Shave his belly with a rusty razor.
Put him in bed with the Captain's daughter."
All the men begin singing with her, and Vriska and Dualscar danced on the table. She started laughing as she sang, having fun just like she did back on the ship. Her colleagues just watched in surprise before Cronus locked arms with Aradia and made her dance. The whole group began dancing and singing, but Vriska's colleagues didn't know the words so they just clapped and stomped along.
"Beat him with a cat 'til his back is bleedin'
Put him in the bilge and make him drink it
Truss him up with a runnin' bowline.
Give 'im a dose of salt and water.
Stick on 'is back a mustard plaster.
Send him up the crow's nest till he falls down,
Tie him to the taffrail when she's yardarm under,
Soak 'im in oil 'til he sprouts a flipper.
Put him in the guard room 'til he's sober.
That's what we'll do with the drunken sailor."
After the singing and dancing Vriska goes outside to get some fresh air for she was feeling slightly dizzy. The first mate walks out with a glass of water and hands it to her with a smile. She takes it and drinks sitting down on a bench outside. The first mate takes a seat beside her, smoking on a cigar he had.
"You okay?" he asked.
"I was about to puke," she laughed. "Never make me dance and drink."
"Your friends and the crew are getting along now," he chuckles.
"That's good," she says sipping the water.
"We missed you. Captain did for sure," he states.
"I can tell."
"We miss you on the ship."
"I miss you guys and the ship too."
"Do you want to come back?"
"I do, but I can't with Mindfang out there," she sighs.
"Will you join us when she is gone?" he asked.
"I … I want to," she states.
The first mate nods tracing his fingers along the tattoo of a bear on his wrist. "Good." He says smiling. "It will be good to have you back on the ship again."
Vriska heads back in after a few minutes and watched as the two groups got along. Feferi and Terezi were chatting it up with some of the men, Cronus was sharing penny pail books with others, and Nepeta was showing the chef her drawings. He chuckles looking at the many ships she had drawn, smirking at the newly added one of Vriska and Dualscar in the red quadrant.
"I see ye added a special one," he laughed.
":33 Yes, VriScar," she giggles.
He frowns huffing, "VriScar?"
":33 Yeah. That is the official ship name I gave it!" she giggles.
"No… The official ship name is DualVris."
":33 VriScar!"
"DualVris!"
":33 VriScar!"
"DualVris!"
The two just begin growling at each other over which ship name was better.
After a few hours everyone dismisses, the crew going back to the ship and Vriska's friends going to their hives. Vriska, Dualscar, and the first mate remained at her hive. The first mate claimed the couch to sleep on and Dualscar and Vriska went up to her room. Dualscar chuckles sitting on her bed as he pulls her into his arms and kisses her softly on the neck.
She giggles, "Dualscar stop~"
"Awv but I wvanna lovwe ye~" he chuckles.
"Dualscar were you serious about giving me one of your ships?" she asked.
"Of course… I think ye should be a privwateer like me, and wve can sail side by side," he says kissing her temple.
"I thought you were a pirate. I mean you had slaves."
"Yeah… I abused the powver I wvas givwen, and did some bad things, but that isn't me anymore," he says brushing some hair from her face.
"So, what do I do as a privateer?" she asked.
"Kinda like wvhat I do, take out pirates wvho cross yer path!" he chuckles.
"What if become a pirate though? Would you have to hunt me down?…" she asks.
"Of course not. I wvould support ye Vwris…" he states.
"I don't know about being a privateer. I always wanted to be a pirate," she sighs.
"Bein' a privwateer is like bein' the pirate of pirates. Ye get their gold wvhen ye take them out… Besides… I think ye wvould prefer bein' a privwateer. Yer crewv wvould be respectful not hooligans, the military wvouldn't be after ye, ye are swveet and I think bein' a pirate wvould mess that up, and ye can get rid of people like Mindfang. Ye havwe the fun of the pirate life wvhile bein' respected by others. People fear pirates, but respect privwateers. I wvon't force ye to do it, but I honestly think it wvould be a better life for ye," he says.
"… I think you are right… I want to be a privateer," she giggles.
He smirks, "Good then wve wvould be allies forevwer."
"Allies but not matesprits?" she teased.
"I wvant to be yer matesprit till the day I die. Wvhich wvon't be for a long wvhile," he chuckles.
"That reminds me. How old are you?" she asks.
He chokes some. "Does it matter?"
"Um well my friends were asking…" she giggles. "I just want to know."
"There is no need to knowv," he chuckled awkwardly.
"You know how old I am. Are you a hundred sweeps?" she teased.
"No!" he scoffed.
"Then tell me," she laughed.
"I am nervwous ye wvill think ye are too young for me…" he mutters his fins drooping sadly.
"I would never think that. I am old enough to be with anyone older than me… It isn't like it matters," she giggles.
"I am twventy-four swveeps," he mutters laying back on the bed.
"Oh that isn't bad," she laughed cuddling him.
He chuckles embarrassed, "I just didn't wvant ye to think less of me."
"I would never think that," she giggles kissing his scars.
His fins perk up and he blushes dark before smiling softly at her. "Ye are too good for me."
"I feel the same way about you," she giggles.
He smiles and kisses her deeply. "Ye are so fuckin' adorable. I can't handle havwin' such a cute girl in me arms."
She blushed dark giggling, "Oh hush stop with the cheesy shit."
"I am sorry but it is true~ I lovwe ye so much~ I can't wait till wve sail the seas together and forevwer," he says hugging her tightly.
"I love you too. I feel so lost without my strong handsome fish around~" she teased.
"I feel the same about me beautiful little spider~"
Out in the ocean in the bowels of a dark ominous ship, a white sphere was set down on a desk. Robotic fingers tapped along the wood of a desk as an eight pupiled woman glared down at the orb. She scowled a bit annoyed at what she just saw through her magic cue ball. She had asked to see her former kismesis, but was surprised to see him kissing and loving on her wretched spawn. She then smirked slightly her fangs glinting in the moonlight.
"Figures… I got to remind him why I was his favor8 adversary."