AN: hehe thankies for the reviews I will put two chapters up enjoy

Scene: (On surface. Sango is on her island humming, and looking through her telescope.)

Kagome: Sango!

Sango: (Looking through the telescope the wrong way, shouting.) Whoa! Mermaid off the port bow! Kagome, how you doin' kid? (Lowers telescope to reveal Kagome at wing's length.) Whoa, what a swim!

Kagome: Sango - look what we found.

Shippo: Yeah - we were in this sunken ship - it was really creepy.

Sango: Human stuff, huh? Hey, lemme see. (She picks up fork.) Look at this. Wow - this is special - this is very, very unusual.

Kagome: What? What is it?

Sango: It's a dinglehopper! Humans use these little babies . . . to straighten their hair out. See - just a little twirl here an' a yank there and - viola! You got an aesthetically pleasing configuration of hair that humans go nuts over!

Kagome: A dinglehopper!

Shippo: What about that one?

Sango: (Holding pipe) Ah - this I haven't seen in years. This is wonderful! A banded, bulbous - snarfblat.

Kagome and Shippo: Oohhh.

Sango: Now, the snarfblat dates back to prehistorically times, when humans used to sit around, and stare at each other all day. Got very boring. So, they invented the snarfblat to make fine music. Allow me. (She blows into the pipe; seaweed pops out the other end.)

Kagome: Music? Oh, the concert! Oh my gosh, my father's gonna kill me!

Shippo: The concert was today?

Sango: (Still contemplating pipe.) Maybe you could make a little planter out of it or somethin'.

Kagome: Uh, I'm sorry, I've gotta go. Thank you, Sango. (Waves.)

Sango: Anytime sweetie, anytime.

Scene: (cut to Shinidamachu and Akago, then Miroku in background watching magic projection of Kagome swimming.)

Naraku: Yeeeeeees, hurry home, princess. We wouldn't want to miss old daddy's celebration, now, would we? Huh! Celebration indeed. Bah! In MY day, we had fantastical feasts when I lived in the palace. And now, look at me - wasted away to practically nothing - banished and exiled and practically starving, while he and his flimsy fish-folk celebrate. Well, I'll give 'em something to celebrate soon enough. Shinidamachu! Akago! I want you to keep an extra close watch on this pretty little daughter of his. She may be the key to Miroku's undoing. . . .