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"Her voice is like a bell! It's our sister Aman..."
A collective gasp drew through the crowd, and the mermaids stopped singing. The large clam had opened up, ready to reveal the youngest daughter of King Triton.
"Not again!" Sebastian, a red crab groaned, dropping his head.
All the merfolk's heads turned to see their king's reaction.
King Triton's fists were balled up tightly, his face turning red.
"AMANDA!"
At that moment, a beautiful girl, a mermaid, swam through abandoned, murky waters.
"I-I-I don't know about this, Amanda," the large yellow fish said beside her, looking around and shaking.
"Oh, Flounder! Don't be such a guppy!" Amanda laughed, shooting ahead of him.
"Guppy? I'm no guppy!" he whined. Something rumbled, and he screamed, swimming to catch up with Amanda. "AMANDA! What was that?!"
"That was your stomach, Flounder," she patted his scales. Soon, a sunken ship came into view.
"There it is, Flounder!" she whispered, touching her bag. "The sunken ship!"
"M-M-Maybe we shouldn't go in there," Flounder said, eyes wide.
"Oh, don't be such a GUPPY!" Amanda ran her hand along the boat.
"I'm not a guppy! I-It just...It just looks damp in there! Yeah! A-And I think I'm coming down with something!" Flounder fake coughed, just for affect.
Amanda smiled. "Okay. I'll just go in, and you stay out here and watch for sharks," she said noncahlantly before shimmying through the porthole.
"Yeah!" Flounder said. "I'll just stay out here and- SHARKS?! AMANDA!" he spun around and flew through the porthole. At least, he tried to.
"AMANDA! AMANDA, I'M STUCK!" he screamed. Amanda giggled, swimming over and pulling on his fins.
"Amanda, are there really sharks here?" Flounder asked. He squeezed through with a small POP!
Amanda rolled her eyes. "Flounder, don't be such a guppy! OOOHHH, what's this?"
Flounder followed behind Amanda, a bit less excited. Amanda picked something up. A pipe. "What do you think it is?" Flounder asked, inspecting the pipe carefully. Amanda shrugged.
"I don't know. But I bet Scuttle will!" she stuffed it into her bag before heading up to the next level of the boat.
"Isn't this amazing, Grimm?" Prince Finn asked, sitting on the bow of the boat. "The salt-y sea air, the wind on your face!" he lifted his chin and the wind blew his hair back.
"Yes...just wonderful!" Grimm muttered, trying not to throw up.
"Pretty nice weather for sailin' today, aye, Prince?" a sailor looked up at Finn, dropping the net full of fish. "Seems like Triton is feeling calm this mornin'!"
"Trition?" Finn raised an eyebrow, sliding down to help the sailor with the fish.
"Aye. He be the king of the merfolk!" the sailor nodded.
"Preposterous! Don't listen to any of this Sailor Nonsence, my Prince!" Grimm groaned.
The sailor smirked, leaning in to whisper to Prince Finn; "King Triton can control the weather. When he's calm, so is the weather. When he's full of rage," the sailor paused for dramatic effect. "The weather is a merciless rage-filled tornado of chaos."
Finn's eyes grew wide. Wow! he thought, leaning against the ship and looking out into the ocean.
Punctual.
There! Jess finished writing on her wrist and put her ink down, finishing up her bowl of rice.
"Jess! Do your chores, please!" she heard her grandmother yell.
"Yes, grandmother!" she called, before running outside her room, barefoot.
"Little Brother! Little Brother!" she called out. She tripped on something and looked down.
"There you are, Little Brother!" she said, bending down to pet the dog. "Ready to help Jess with the chores?"
Little Brother barked in reply. Jess tied the chicken feed to Little Brother's collar, then placed a stick with a bone in front of him. Little Brother barked and started chasing the bone. The feed spilled out all over the ground, and the chickens quickly scurried over to eat.
"Good job, little brother!" Jess clapped her hands. Little Brother didn't notice though, as he ran into the praying altar, leaving a trail of chicken feed behind him.
"Little Brother! No!" Jess gasped, chasing after him.
As she entered, she saw Little Brother happily chewing on the bone, chicken feed all around the altar, and her father, patting Little Brother on the head. He looked up.
"Jess? What is this about?" he asked, his voice serious.
Jess giggled nervously, twirling her black hair around her finger. "Sorry, Father. Little Brother was helping me with my chores."
Her father's face was serious, until...
He started laughing. He laughed as hard as he had ever before.
"Oh, Jess, you really are a delight!" he said, gasping for breath.
Jess smiled. YES! She's not in trouble!
"Oh, Jess, your late!" her father pointed out. Jess gasped.
"I'M LATE!" she quickly ran out. Her father chuckled.
"I just said that."