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Syrah looked at the approaching clouds. It didn't smell like it was going to rain, but she could be wrong. She smiled at Blythe. "Mmhm." It bothered her, though, that he was avoiding her gaze. "What's going on, Blythe? Why don't you look at us?" she asked, using her telepathic link with the sea wolf.

"Nice eyes dude, saw them from over here. I might get contacts to look like that" he said with a hint of interest. His friend was still hesitant to turn towards them, "Look at me again" he said to his friend.

Mac looked out of the open window of his cabin, and then decided to get up and pull out his harp from the closet. He had a sudden urge to play it for some reason. "Hope you don't mind. I'm gonna play" he said to Matt in a gentle voice. He positioned it in front of him and began to pluck some strings. The gentle soothing sound filled the room.

Matt shrugged. "Go ahead. I don't own the rights to playing string instruments," he joked.

"I don't believe that, Blythe. There's something else bothering you, and it has something to do with that Neptune bedamned collar. Don't try to turn this on me." Now that there wasn't anyone else on the deck besides them, Syrah let her legs become a tail again.

"It's not like there's anything you can do about it..." his thoughts sounded like a growl more so than he meant for them to. "Sorry, Syrah, I don't mean to snap.. I'm just stressed, but I have to watch out for Mac.. we can't let them get to him," he added, a bit ashamed about snapping at his friend like that. He glanced at Mike after shielding his eyes, pushing the wild, restless feeling to the back of his mind so that his eyes would be at least a bit more normal, more hyped up looking and not so 'I could tear your throat out' looking. "Sorry, guys, I'm just a worn out... if you'll excuse me, I think I'm gonna go nap for awhile..." he mumbled, glancing around again, wondering where Thaelia was.

Mackenzie began adding words to his dulcet melody, "Slumberland, Sluummberland, joys without nuummber land. Raaiinbooows eeend..." he continued his sweet alluring song he heard in his childhood youth as it seemed to fit the occasion. The music poured out of the window into the damp ocean air. Mackenzie was in an almost trance-like state of serenity.

Mike saw his eyes, and admired them. When his friend quickly left, he felt awkward. "Something is up with him" he said to Syrah mildly worried, "Its not like him to leave like that".

" Zethy?...Zeeethy?? " Dale waved a fin infront of her. She snapped out of her trance. " I-I'm sorry.." " No need to apologize. We were just worried we lost you to your thoughts for all eternity!" Dale joked. " That wasn't even funny Dale, you're trying too hard." Octo sighed. " NUH-UH!" Dale kept on swimming forward. Zethy looked up at them both. Was she going crazy?? Was she really the only one who could hear this?? " It..was lovely, just like the music on that cruise ship..." she thought to herself.

A net fell on top of the four. " WTF?!" all of them were swooped up into a ship. Zethy grabbed the potion and gave it to all three of her friends including herself. As the fishermen released the fish they had brought aboard they were surprised to have found four naked people within the pile. " Is this some sort of a dirteh joke ey??" one of them barked at 'em.


Zethy shook her head and tried to help her friends onto their feet. They were all startled at what was going on. Narley was trying to throw all of the fishies back into the sea. " SWIM FISHIES! FAR, FAR AWAAAAY! " he was yelling out to them. One of the fishermen pulled Narley away from the fish. " What's the meaning of this?!" he asked angered by what was going on.

Zethy walked up to one of the fishermen. " We fell out of our cruise ship and were abandoned at sea, where are you humans headed?" she had a serious expression on her face. The fishermen were talking amongst one another. " Wai- wai-wait a minute... YOU'RE telling me, heheh, that you fell out of your cruise ship like THIS? What were you doing in that 'er cruise ship of yers if you don't mind me askin'?" the fisherman grinned.

Zethy wasn't able to rationalize to what he was getting at, but somehow Dale catched on. " It's an all nude expedition to the other side of the world! Yeah, we were that ******** curious so we joined the cruise, but now we regret it now WHERE ARE YOU FISHERMEN HEADED?" Dale demanded answers.

" Don't get cocky boy I can throw yer arse back to were the fishies be swimmin'. Now, we're headed to the U.K.-" " Sounds good!" " Now wait just a minute! What make yer think we be taking the four of ya there?" the fisherman asked with his arms crossed.

" Umm..." Dale looked over at Zethy and hugged her close. Zethy had this startled expression on her face. " She bares my child...I must reach a shore as soon as possible.." he lied. Zethy felt her face turn red. What a crude lie. But she kept her mouth shut. The fishermen began to talk amongst themselves again, then they looked back at the four.

" Alright, my crew has decided to let you stay for the remainder of the trip..IN ONE condition..the three of you will have to work your right to stay.." the fisherman pointed at Octo. " You're in charge of keeping the deck spotless.." he then points at Narley " Yooou're in charge of helping with the dishes and all of the other kitchen duties.." and last but not least he points at Dale.

" You... are in charge of helping with the net. that and keeping the rooms nice and clean." the fisherman concluded. The three nodded, even thought they had absolutely no idea what to do.

Mackenzie ended his playing after awhile. The clouds have completely covered the sky now, and a gentle misty rain came down. It partially creeped inside the window of the cabin, giving a subtle feeling of relaxation. Mackenzie looked at the clock and saw it was a little past 6 pm. "Hey, wana go do a final show tonight?" he asked Matthias with a chipper attitude and a certain musical tone.

Mike enjoyed the subtle misty rain. He watched as it made pearly droplets on Syrah's hair, making it look like she was glistening.