Hola peoplezies! It's me. No, I did not temporarily die, I was just incredibly busy. Lame, I know, but it is the truth. Sad. BUT IM BACK! YAY! This was just a random drabble I thought up while my mom thought I was sleeping and edited on an eight hour car ride. Blame the quality on sleep deprivation. Yeah. I'm gonna shut up now...

DISCLAIMERNESS! JUST ASSUME I OWN NOTHING AND GET OVER IT! DO I LOOK LIKE SCOTT WESTERFELD TO YOU? I REALLY HOPE NOT. BUT MY INITIALS ARE SW. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ON WITH THE STORY!

THIRDPERSONPOV

Newkirk was strolling about the Leviathan, walking Tazza for Dr. Barlow, when he passed by Alek's cabin. Alek was sitting on his bed, looking and feeling extremely bored. 'Bloody bored!' Newkirk thought 'Me 'n Dylan are running 'round doing chores for the lady boffin, walking tigers and babysitting eggs that are bound to hatch into some grisly beastie that'll eat us all, and he has the nerve to look bored! What is he, some kind of barking prince!' Now that Newkirk thought about it, he really didn't know anything about Alek. 'Finally, something interesting to do! I WILL find out who he is if it's the last thing I do on this giant barking dolphinite. Or was the Leviathan a shark?' Newkirk was sure it was some kind of fishy thing. 'Okay. Step one. Find out his real name.'

"Hey Alek, what's your full name?" Newkirk called.

"Aleksandar" the young archduke answered without thinking. After he realized what he'd said, Alek froze.

"Right then, I'll just... go back to walking Tazza now." The monkey luddite answered awkwardly. Newkirk walked away smiling. 'At least the name sounded American', he supposed. 'After all, how many Alek Sanders' can there be in the world, right?'

It made so much more sense in my head. This is my first leviathan drabble, and reviews are accepted with background (profile) checks, and the pretty much guarantee that i will read your stories. PWETTY PWEEEEEEEEEEEAAASE! You know you want to...