>>5307962For as comfortable as the boat deck might be, you suppose the logical course of action is to find the others. Whatever else can come next.
Letting your proprioception guide you forwards, you make your way towards where you can sense the familiar heartbeats of your crew– somewhere below deck, to be exact.
On your way down, you pass more of the captives, some of them more familiar to you than others, like that seagull-harpy and earth kid. It seems like everyone for the most part is crowded below the deck, except for where the captain’s quarters are. Evidently, the yacht you’re on is way larger and nicer than the last one you were on, and it had to be with all the kids you were hauling.
It’s kind of a shame that you’re probably going to have to sink it when you’re done.
“Do I even bother asking?” Are Matt’s first words once you cross the threshold to the main lounge area, raising a brow at your half-naked state. In his hand is a tennis ball, while a troupe of mutant kids look at him expectantly.
“I might’ve gotten sidetracked…” You start, not really wanting to address the events that happened not even an hour prior.
“Sidetracked.” Your brother repeats, deadpan.
“Hey stick,” Bernard cuts the two of you off with a flash of green. “Didn’t I say it was your turn to throw the–” Whatever he was going to say next is cut off as glowing eyes land on you, the sight of your half-nakedness being enough to render him silent.
“Are you okay, mister Blink?” One of the younger mutants asks innocently.
“Never better…” He chokes out, finding some spot on the ceiling very fascinating. “If you don’t mind me askin,’ fish, what took you so long anyhow?”
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