It was a quiet Sunday morning in the open seas. The crew was busy at work as you hung from a STUPID ROPE! The air and lack of water was making your scales and gills go dry, your bored eyes lingering on the captains back. In fact you were so bored you started going on and on about something making his eye twitch in annoyance “Are you ever going to shut up you piece of fish?” he growled loud enough for you to hear as his gruffly voice so it wasn’t covered by the sounds of crashing waves.
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