I think I'm dying. The thought was supposed to have been spoken, but I was having a little trouble keeping the contents of my stomach down. The world was spinning around me as I stumbled forward, trying to find the log I had been sitting on earlier. I could have sworn it was somewhere around here…

I was just shooting one of the dancing pego-thief-things that had been following me all night a thumb's up when suddenly my world turned upside down. My feet no longer touched the ground and my stomach lurched. I found myself staring up at the night sky. And Trick's face.

He was holding me in his arms.

Even in my current state, my mind wandered to how this might look to others and I began to kick wildly.

"Pu' me down Schick," I fought against his hold, my words slurring. He laughed and shook his head, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"You need a little time out. I think you've had enough for the time being," he chided, taking me a few steps further before setting me down again. I was standing beside one of the makeshift benches that surrounded the huge bonfire which had been setup for the night's events. But it was further back than the log I had previously been occupying, away from the fire and the people crowding there.

I eyed the purple and yellow striped pego-thief-thingie silently, it leaned against the end of the log. As I got closer, the thing lifted a mug towards me in a toast before downing all the contents. Trick's hands guided me around and then down until my butt rested firmly on the bench.

"I'm gonna call you Napoleon," I declared, winking at the little creature.

"You what?" Trick's voice came from behind me. I hushed him with my hand, not looking away from Napoleon, who, along with his friends, had been entertaining me all night long with silly little dances and stunts. I gestured at him, trying to make Trick understand.

"Him. His name is Napoleon now," I beamed. I could feel Trick lean forward, trying to gaze around me. Silence. I finally turned and gave him a flat glare. "It's a good name," I demanded.

"There's no one there," Trick's one eyebrow shot skyward and my eyes narrowed.

"Yer daft. He's standin' right there, drinkin' my beer and laughing at us," I rolled my eyes.

"Uh… Who is?"

"I told you! Napoleon!"

"Who's Napoleon?" He asked me, I could hear the smile in his voice so I narrowed my eyes, turning back towards him again.

"Are you blind?"

"Pretty sure I'm not. Are you hallucinating?" he shot back at me.

"What? No!" I growled.

"I think you are. I think you've had too much to drink," he stated, a smirk pulling up the corners of his mouth.

"I'm even drunk not… no… not drunk! I'm not drunk ev-"

"Ok, ok, I get it. You're not drunk. Don't hurt yourself," Trick laughed, cutting off what I had said. I nodded obstinately.

"Right," I huffed, turning away again, I saw that the pink with green polka-dotted friend of Napoleon's joined him now and they were attempting to pull off a two-dinosaur pyramid. "Floyd." I grinned, quickly naming the new one.

"I still think you need to rest for a couple minutes," Trick said, sitting down beside me. I glared at him, puffing out my chest while turning to look at him. I jabbed my finger in his face and he laughed. His laugh was so carefree and genuine. I hesitated for a moment.

Then I completely forgot what I had been about to yell at him for, so I quickly redirected my thoughts.

"You need'a show me more fighting!"

"You want me to train you some more," he stated, clearly having a good time making fun of me for some reason.

"Yes. I need to know all the attacks," I grumbled and he roughed up my hair.

"Will do. But not while you're in this state."

"I'm not even tired though!" I defended myself.

"I wasn't talking about you're being tired. But if you are, you should get some sleep then," he shook his head at me.

"I said m'not tired though. Jeez, don't you ever hear me?" I groaned, pushing him as I went to stand back up. I felt his hand grip my wrist and he pulled me back down onto the bench and up against him, wrapping his right arm around my shoulders.

"No you don't. Where do you think you're going?"

"Get 'nother drink. You're not my mum," I pushed against him, hard. But what good it did me since it had no effect on him whatsoever.

"Thank the Ark Gods for that," he muttered, grinning down at me. I glared back up at him and he laughed again. "As hard as you might try, you're way less intimidating when you're drunk than when you're not. And even when you're sober, your intimidation levels are less than those of a dodo bird's" he muttered and shook his head. "That doesn't include Killer. That bird just has a few wires crossed in his head," Trick muttered, his smile never leaving his face.

"You make no sense," I groaned, pushing at him again.

"Says the one who was talking about pink, jelly-filled zebras earlier," Trick muttered. I had no comeback for that and huffed again but he just pulled me closer in response to my disdainful attitude. I stopped fighting and leaned against him, yawning and not bothering to cover my mouth. "Whoah, careful there. Your mouth is big enough to catch a pelagornis inside it. You might accidentally swallow one of the kids," he snickered.

"Jerk," I mumbled.

"Yea yea."

"I'm serious though. I need somethin'a drink," I grumbled.

Trick patted my shoulder, "Water. I'll go get some for you. Stay here," he warned, sliding away from me and standing up. I nodded sweetly at him. When he seemed satisfied that I was apparently listening to him, he nodded and walked off. Immediately my gaze returned to Napoleon and Floyd.

"I can very well get my own water, right?" They both nodded at me and began scampering away. I beamed and started after them. The ground seemed to have its own personal vendetta against me tonight. It pitched and rolled under my feet and several times I had to stop moving and aim some well-placed glares and warnings at it.

An all blue version of Napoleon joined our little band of rogues, whom which I quickly named Skipper.

I followed along behind the three acrobatically-inclined pegos as they led me off, down the beach and in between the two docks. I grinned, running, or stumbling, [really, it's all just a matter of perception] to the water's edge and knelt down, scooping up some of the cold water in my hands and splashing it in my face. After a few sips I looked back up to see Napoleon, Floyd and Skipper prancing around on the other side of the bank.

I decided to follow them. They hadn't led me astray yet!

Lucky for me, the water was shallow enough that I could touch the bottom with my feet the whole way through, the deepest section brought the water up to my chin. But soon enough I was on the other side, dancing in a circle with my three colorful friends. We continued our little journey, the sounds from tonight's festivities were all but gone now. Too far away to be heard over the cool breeze and random noises in the night.

A glimmer of orange caught my attention. Bright orange, like fire, only it wasn't. I narrowed my eyes, two of my three thieving companions doing the same as we tried to make out what it was.

"If the ground would stop moving…" I grumbled disdainfully. Napoleon and Skipper nodding in agreement. Floyd was currently laying on his back making sand angels.

Without another word we all moved forward again, in the direction of the strange orange light. Once close enough I could see that it was a creature. With wings. "A pterodactyl?" I muttered, but Napoleon stuck his paw out at me, waving one claw back and forth at me. He gave me a look that was easy for me to understand. Tsk tsk tsk. You know that's not what they're called.

"Right, uhm…" what was it Badge had called them? Ptera-something-dons? My head lurched as I tried to remember and I quickly shook my head to dispel it. "Oh whatever, that's not important anyways. That thing isn't one of those ptera-things," I complained at Napoleon. He shrugged.

I looked back up at the flyer, it was resting on the ground, perfectly still aside from glancing around occasionally. The huge fin on its head was orange and apparently thin enough for the torchlight on the other side of it to make it appear as if it was glowing. That's what I had been seeing.

But strangest of all was that it had some kind of contraption on it. I narrowed my eyes, trying to figure out what it was without getting any closer.

"Horizon?" A cold, dark voice emanated from behind me. I yelped and jumped, spinning around to face the voice. My feet got tangled on themselves and I fell back, a small "oof" rushing out between my lips. Grimacing, I reached behind myself and started massaging my backside.

"W-who's there?" I demanded, wishing for the millionth time that the floor would stop trying to throw me around.

Instead of answering me, a shadowy figure emerged from the trees I had just walked past. "What are you doing here?" he asked, stepping close enough for me to see him.

"Hey! Shark boy!" I grinned up at him. It was none other than Demonic, the man who had jumped on top of a shark to save me back at Tribe of Anni's place. The look he gave me in return was expressionless, his eyes calculating.

"Indeed," he said simply, stepping past me.

"Where are you going?" I scrambled up to my feet to try and follow him.

"Away. You should too. The Titan's aren't happy that one of their rafts was taken. They're looking for who did it."

It took me a moment to understand the implication behind what he said, but once it clicked in my muddled brain, my eyes widened.

"Oh dear me," I mumbled.

"They somehow seem to the your tribe is involved. So be careful," with that, he pulled himself onto the back of the flying creature and the thing spread its wings.

Immediately, all thoughts of what he'd just told me vanished, my eyes grew large enough to look like saucers. "What is that?" I pointed to his mount, looking up at him.

"My ride," he said, his voice deadpan. The flyer jumped into the air, flapping its leathery wings in quick, powerful strokes. The torch sputtered and flickered from the breeze, but Demonic and his flying animal were gone quickly. Swallowed up by the darkness in the sky.

"Horizon?!" A call reached me from down the beach and I sighed.

"What now?" I shot Skipper an aggravated look and he frowned, shrugging. Napoleon pointed down the beach from where we came and I followed his gesture with my eyes. "Oh, it's him," I sighed. "I got my own water!" I called out to Trick who was jogging towards me, closing the distance rather fast. I glared at the ground, "What? You only hate me tonight? Why won't you knock him on his ass?"

"Who are you talking to?" Trick asked once he was close enough. I jabbed an accusing finger towards the sand at my feet. Trick gave me a confused look before shaking his head. "Why did you go off alone?"

"I'm not alone," I rolled my eyes, sharing an exasperated look with Napoleon.

"You're… Not?"

"No. Napoleon, Floyd and Skipper are here. And I just had a delightful conversation with Demonic," I put my hands on my hips.

"Napo-" His voice broke off and he sighed. "Demonic too, huh?" he asked, his head shaking. "And what have you all been talking about?"

I shrugged. "They don't really talk. I just know what they're thinking. Except Skipper…" I shot the little blue thief a cautious look. "You never can tell with him."

Trick followed my gaze with his, one of his eyebrows almost disappearing under his blond bangs. "Right… What about Demonic?" he asked, stepping close to me and draping his arm over my shoulders. He turned me and began leading me back to camp.

"Oh! He was riding some glowy, leather, flying thing. Said we should leave because uhm…" I paused. What did he say again?

"Probably because he misses us. That ol' rascal. Glowing leather, that's new though," Trick sniggered.

I remembered the off-handed attitude and the cold eyes that made up the bulk of Demonic.

"No, I don't think that was it. Who would miss you?" I muttered through a yawn.

"Awe, thanks so much," Trick shot back with a grin.

Soon, we were wading back through the water and I lost track of the conversation again. "Gah, why so cold?"

Trick was gripping me around the waist now and doing what he could to keep my head above water since I kept trying to double over on myself to huddle up against the cold

"Let's get you back to the fire to dry you off," he said once we stepped back up on the right side of the bank again. "And me as well now too," he added as an afterthought. I let him lead me to where I could find warmth again and didn't fight it when he guided me down onto one of the logs. Trick sat down beside me and pulled me against him. Once I felt the heat that was radiating from his side, I didn't fight it. I stared ahead, watching Napoleon and Floyd sword fight with two pieces of wood and Skipper… Well, who knew what he was doing. Looked like he was trying to reenact Romeo and Juliet.

I groaned when the world tilted again and sunk deeper into Truck's side. My eyes slowly sliding closed.

"You ok?" his voice rumbled in my ear through his chest.

"You make a very nice but hard pillow," I grumbled.

"You might find it more comfortable if you weren't in my armpit," he mused. "Try my lap maybe?"

"You smell like what dreams're made of," I murmured, closing my eyes fully now. I let my head slide down until it rested on his thighs.

"I know I do. Now sleep," he said, his chuckles were the last thing I heard until the world fell away into darkness.

"Ow, my poor head," I grumbled, pulling my hand up to rub my eyes. I heard the soft sound of water, when small waves hit against the side of a raft or dock. Then I could feel the soft rocking of the raft beneath me. Well, at least I knew where I was now even though I couldn't remember how I'd gotten there.

Actually, I couldn't remember half of the previous night. What little bits I could recall were vague and a little foggy at best. I yawned and pulled my knees up toward my chest but they hit something and I frowned. I slowly opened my eyes and Trick's face filled my vision. My mouth dropped open, my eyes widening just as much, realizing that we were sharing the same sleeping bag. "Wha-" I half squeaked, unable to say anything more. Trick's face contorted, his eyes still closed as he sighed.

"So noisy in the morning. And that morning breath," he grumbled, turning away from me. The confines of the sleeping bag didn't allow for much room so I was now staring at his muscular, shirtless back. But that wasn't what caught me completely off guard. My knees… Were touching his ass. I scrambled up and out of the blanket, and pressed my back against the chest. I had been sleeping sandwiched between Trick and the small storage chest that held Badge's, Hart's and my own armor in it. Trick rolled closer to me, onto his back to finally look at me. "It's still earl-"

"What are you doing in my sleeping bag?" I demanded before he could finish.

"Sleeping. Obviously. It's still too early to get up," he groaned, lifting the blankets invitingly. "Come on," he grinned. My eyes unwittingly roamed over his chiseled chest before I forced myself to look back up at his face. But it was too late, he'd caught my moment of weakness and his casual grin was replaced with his cocky one. "It's cold out there, let's keep each other warm," his voice was still husky from sleep and my heart pounded in my chest. I clamped my teeth shut and narrowed my eyes.

"I'll show you cold," I growled, placing my back flat against the chest behind me; planting my feet firmly against Trick's side I quickly and forcefully pushed hard with my legs. The sleeping bag, with Trick inside it, slid across the surface of the raft and off the edge. He let out a short exclamation of surprise before the splash swallowed his voice. I grinned evilly but then I remembered where we were. My eyes widened and I crawled quickly to the edge, visions of piranhas tearing Trick apart while he was stuck in the sleeping bag filled my imagination. I looked down over the edge but didn't see any sign of him. The sleeping bag was drifting away down the stream, caught by the current. "Trick?" I called out lightly, stretching over the edge a little more to see if he was underneath the raft.

I frowned, sitting back on my haunches, tangling my hands in my hair. Should I call for help? What did I do? I felt water droplets fall on me then, glancing worriedly up at the sky. Was it about to start raining?

But rather than sky, there was a very large, very wet Trick blocking out my vision of the early morning sun. My face blanched and I groped for words. "I-I-I didn't think… Don't-"

"You asked for this," he said, his voice sounded like he was sentencing someone to the death penalty. His face was dark, silhouetted against the morning sky.

"No, don't!" I tried pleading, but it was too late. He grabbed my shoulders, easily lifting me up and then tossed me backwards, off the raft. I screamed, flailing my arms as I tried to right myself in the air before I collided with the water. The chilled morning air was nothing compared to the initial shock of the water.

I kicked wildly, swinging my arms until my head broke the surface again. I inhaled sharply, sputtering and shaking water out off my face. I had just gotten my eyes opened when Trick landed in the water beside me, sending another flood of water back into my face. I cursed loudly and I angled myself away from him, reaching for the edge of the raft. Just as my fingers came in contact with the firm, wooden structure, something grabbed my ankle and pulled me back under and away from the raft. I spun, reaching out with my hands as my eyes blinked wildly, trying to get used to the cold water hitting them. I smacked at Trick, but he just smiled back at me, unfazed by my weakened blows.

He pulled me towards him and swam up. I paddled with my free hand while I kicked my feet, more than willing to resurface. I sucked in a deep breath as soon as my head breached the surface and I shot Trick a glare.

"You told me last night you wanted me to train you some more," he grinned, satisfied with himself.

"I don't remember that. And this doesn't look like training," I huffed.

"Sure it is! Pretend I'm a sarco," he flashed a cheshire grin at me.

"A what?" I asked, using this chance to start edging my way back to the raft while I treaded water.

"A giant alligator that could finish off your scrawny ass in one bite," he started paddling towards me. Before I could answer though, Badge's familiar voice chimed in behind me.

"Technically, a sarcosuchus was more closely related to a crocodile than their cousins, the alligators. But he's right, if you tangoed with one of those, you better… No, nevermind. Just, don't ever mess with one of them. They're fast in the water, and very aggressive."

"I don't plan on ever even seeing one, let alone playing tag with it. When did you get there? You're so sneaky," I mumbled as I felt my cheeks heat up, reaching out to grasp the ridge of the raft again.

"And you're so dead," Trick's voice rang out from right behind me and my eyes widened when I took in his words. I spun around as fast as I could in the water to try and defend myself, but I was too late. Trick's arms were around me and I was being dragged under. Again.

And then? He bit me! Right in the neck!

A gasp escaped my lips and air bubbles shot up past my face in a hurry to rejoin the air above. His lips were warm against my neck, a stark contrast to the cold water that was surrounding every other part of me. In fact, everywhere that Trick was touching me felt warmer than normal and I fought back a shiver at the thought.

I brought my knees up and pushed at Trick's midsection with my feet but it did no good, he kept holding me tightly against himself, his mouth still pressed against my skin. I felt his teeth scrape against me one more time before he pulled back and away from me, an impish grin painted across his face. He pushed down on my shoulders to propel himself back up and I struggled against the force of it. My feet were close enough to the bottom of the river now that my kicks were stirring up the sand.

Just as I began to start my own ascension, a bright red dot in the distance caught my attention and I squinted through the water. One of the large fish that Badge had told me was called a coel-something was lazily swimming around. But even from this distance I could tell it was huge. I heard faint yelling, muffled by the water, coming from the docks and I fought my way to the surface again, reaching it just as Trick was pulling himself up on the raft.

I made a show of completely ignoring Trick when he offered me a hand up, lifting myself up out of the water as I asked Badge what all the commotion was about.

"Sounds like a large coelacanth has wandered into the area," he said as if that explained everything.

"People get that excited over large fish? There's still so much meat from the rex…" I mumbled.

"Coels are known to eat pretty much any inanimate object they find in the water. The loot one can find inside them is unfathomable. Especially the larger ones. They tend to eat way more than the smaller ones do." Trick informed me and I raised an eyebrow.

"Huh." I muttered, still not looking at him while I worked on wringing water out of my hair. I pulled it all to one side, squeezing the water out and watching it drip back into the river. I heard Trick chuckle and I finally gave in and glanced at him, giving him a questioning look. He shot me a smug smirk but turned and walked off toward the dock. "Jerk," I grumbled under my breath, trying to ignore the fact that my mind went right back to the thought that his lips had just been on my skin. I rolled my eyes at myself.

"Anything else you wanted to do while we're here lass? We're going to turn around and head back home since we've already sold all the beer," Badge asked me, a kind smile on his face.

"It's kind of exciting to think we're heading back home," I sighed, sitting on the edge of the raft and leaning back, propping myself up on my elbows. I looked up at the clear, blue sky. The morning wind was still chilly, but I barely felt it still since the air was definitely warmer than the water had been. My eyes widened though when I realized what that meant. "Doesn't that mean we'll have to go back past the Titans?" I looked up at Badge worriedly. Something about that thought triggered something at the edge of my thoughts but I couldn't grasp what or why.

He gave me a calming smile and knelt down beside. "No need to worry lass. They won't attack us if they see we have three rafts, two of which will be manned by formidable fighters. And even that tribe knows what Trick is capable of. If they see him, they wouldn't dare come at us unless they had an army backing them. They're too cowardly." He patted my shoulder and stood back up, preparing the raft for take off. I nodded even though he wasn't looking anymore, still apprehensive about the idea.

Eventually I sighed and stood back up, asking if there was anything I could help with. But before he could answer, Hart's voice cut in.

"Whoah, nice love bite," she snickered, leaning against the pole at the front of the raft. I looked at her, my face a question mark. "Didn't realize you and Trick got that busy last night," she grinned wickedly. I frowned, automatically shaking my head to deny it.

"We didn't-"

"Shut up Hart, it's none of your business what we did last night," Trick came back just then, pushing the red-haired girl away from the mast so she had to catch herself.

"But we didn't-" I tried one more time but was interrupted again.

"Knew it wouldn't take you two very long," Hart snickered.

"Jealous?" Trick grinned, folding his arms.

"You wish," she quipped back.

"Oh, but I think you are."

"I'd rather kiss a Titanaboa right on the mouth before locking lips with you," she shot back.

"Don't lie. Horizon will back me-"

"We didn't do anything!" I yelled, shutting them both up. Hart looked at me startled, but Trick just grinned infuriatingly. I narrowed my eyes at him. Truth be told, I couldn't remember how I had even gotten to bed, so who knew what I'd done between my first drink and then. Hart recuperated from her shock and raised an eyebrow, shifting all her weight to one leg. She pointed at her neck and tilted her head.

"Then what's that," she asked.

My hand immediately shot up to where Trick had bit me when he'd been pretending to be the shark-o-dile thing. My eyes moved to Trick pleadingly, but all I was awarded with was an amused smile. I glared at him before returning my gaze to Hart.

"He bit me," I said lamely.

"Yea, I can tell," she chuckled and I felt myself blushing. Even my ears felt warm. I couldn't think of what else to say to defend myself but thankfully Badge cut in.

"Alright, leave the lass alone you two. We're moving out in five. Get the other rafts ready."

"The new raft is already tied up and ready. Hart and I actually decided to swap places. She's gonna take my place with Tanner. I'll ride with you and-"

"Can I ride with Hart and Tanner?" I asked in a flat voice, my eyes narrowed as I stared Trick down. He just smirked, his eyes glancing down at my hand that was still covering the side of my neck. I clamped my mouth shut and turned away from him to hide my face. That was when I noticed Badge was chuckling and shaking his head. He didn't answer my question and I sighed. Resigning myself to the voyage home with Trick tagging along.

"We won't be stopping by Tribe of Anni's on our way back through, so if we push ourselves, we could make it back to base before sunrise tomorrow." Badge informed me as I sat on the floor beside him, glaring half-heartedly at Trick's back. I had to keep reminding myself that he was annoying because my mind kept wanting to wander to things like how his muscles moved under his skin and how tan he was. His broad, shirtless shoulders, and his defined abs and pronounced biceps…

I groaned and rubbed my eyes, forcing myself to look away. One of my hands slid down to my neck.

"You alright there, lass?" Badge asked and I looked up at him. Concern was clear on his face, but I was pretty sure there was some amusement in his eyes too.

"Yea, just got a headache," I said lamely.

"It might be the heat. Go dangle your feet in the water. That small amount of coolness could do wonders," he advised and I just nodded, crawling over to the edge of the deck. But once I got there, I eyed the surface of the water warily. I glanced back at Badge and he nodded encouragingly. I grimaced, making sure he saw my face and he chuckled. I plopped down on my butt, swinging my legs out in front of me as I scooched myself closer to the edge.

Slowly, I lowered my feet into the cool water, but I kept my eyes on the water below me. Careful to watch for anything that wanted to come and bite my toes off or pull me under.

"You know, how horrible it would be if the kraken existed. I mean, we already have to deal with moby-dick-thingies. But a giant squid? That's just over the top," I complained loudly, turning to look at Badge again. He and Trick were both standing beside each other, looking at me. Badge looked like he'd just tasted something sour but Trick looked like he had just won the lottery. I eyed them suspiciously.

"Well, actually-"

"Trick…" Badge said calmly and Trick stopped what he was about to say. But it was enough. I felt my face pale and I pulled my legs up out of the water, scrambling back away from the edge.

"You have GOT to be kidding me!" I yelled and Trick started laughing.

"You don't need to worry about them lass. They prefer to stay down deep. I've never heard of one messing with a raft. But if you're diving. You better just pray to the Ark Gods then," he said, shaking his head slowly. Trick walked over and sat beside me.

"The water isn't really THAT bad," he said, pushing me closer to the side of the raft. I fought him, but just barely.

"Uh huh, wipe my memory of that Moby-Dick-thingie and maybe I'll believe you then," I grumbled to which he chuckled.

"What about the ichthies?" he reminded me and I bit my lower lip.

"You know what? Venus fly-traps smell good, but they close up on you and digest you just the same," I grumbled.

"Good point," Trick said, a genuine smile on his lips rather than his usual cocky grin.

"The water is pretty to look at. And it's home to the dolphins and fish we can eat, but it can also drown you. It has sharks. Giant sting-ray things. And now giant squids too!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in front of me.

"Don't forget mosas, plessies, and the magical liopleurodon. Oh, and eels that can and will electrify you. And carnivorous jelly-fish that have a taste for humans." Trick stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Thank you. So much." I sighed, glaring at him through half-lidded eyes.

"Hey, just trying to keep you informed," he winked at me.

"What's a plessie and a mosa?" I asked, knowing I probably wouldn't like the answer.

"Think of a plessie as the Loch Ness monster's ugly cousin. And a mosa… Well, they're just giant, evil underwater monsters. You don't want to mess with one of them," Trick shrugged.

"I didn't plan on it…" I sighed, looking to Badge for some of his intelligent two-cents but he was smiling and looking out into the distance. I followed his gaze. Swimming alongside the other raft which was towing the raft we had pinched from The Titans, a few dozen feet ahead of us were the three same dolphins that always seemed to find us. I grinned and Trick turned then to see what had caught my attention.

"Well I'll be," he muttered and I nodded.

"Seems they've taken a liking to us," Badge said softly.

"We should tame them," Trick murmured thoughtfully.

"How?" I asked, excited at the thought. His head turned and he eyed me.

"You tell me. How'd you tame that ugly dodo bird of yours?"

I glared at him. "Killer is handsomer than you," I huffed and he smirked.

"So, you think I'm handsome then," he wriggled his eyebrows and I rolled my eyes to hide my moment of hesitation.

"You wish," I groaned, looking back at the three dolphins which were moving toward our raft now.

"Mhm…" Trick said, amusement clear in his tone.

Now I know it took me forever to upload again, but as an apology, I made this chapter the longest one yet.

Let me know what you guys think of the general lengths of my posts. Do oh I me longer or shorter posts? Are they easy for you to follow? Do you enjoy them? Are you enjoying the story thus far?