>>6127612An-Yii has little else to add, alas. Svanhilda parks to Pearl where it is, watching as the adventures of Green Leif Company try desperately—and fruitlessly—to recall their lost quarry. Eventually they pull up anchor and leave, with the golden boy throwing one last flustered look of frustration back at your ship—and your sister. ZZ waves to him, smirking smugly, but the moment he turns away her own expression transforms into a matching scowl.
“What did they do?” she mutters, to herself more than to eavesdroppers like yourself. “What did they fuckin’ DO?”
For your part, you can’t help but notice a few things seem kind of OFF about the whole thing. Like, five feet is pretty godsdamned HUGE for a newt, but is it, like… Poison-a-lake, rip-up-fishing-nets huge? Is something like that, in a body of water THIS big, really ‘monster’ material? And at that size, how many catches can it really be chowing down on?
Before you can voice any of these half-formed notions, though, a cheer goes up from the shore—loud enough for you to hear it from all the way out here. Every member of your little crew turns towards eh commotion, save maybe for poor little Khorine.
“Yer fuckin’ kiddin’ me,” ZZ gasps. “THEM?”
It seems as if those young humans with the dog managed to rustle up something impressive, though you’re loathe to separate from Svanhilda to see what it is. You doubt you could from all the way over here, anyway… And from the sweeping surge of shared feeling, you strongly suspect you already understand what’s happened. The monster has be captured after all, maybe fleeing the predations of green Leif Company and stumbling right into their trap.
“So that’s it?” An-Yii asks quietly. “It’s over?”
You frown at the words, and look to ZZ. Is it? Was all this really for, like, NOTHING?
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