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“I kinda thought Pops would be more surprised.”
Ixxy and Hydn were on watch, while the other two slept. They were on their way back, having crossed the Last Lake. A breeze filled the sails and carried them gently on their way. They sat at the back on the bench where the tiller was.
“Ain’t much of anything surprises Pops,” said Hydn. “He’s just happy she’s happy I guess.”
“Huh. Crazy times.”
“Truth.”
“I just wish I couldʼve done kind of better at my first treasure grab,” the contents of the bag she’d stolen, aside from some more of the plastic ties and another cartridge for Princessʼs needler, seemed pretty useless.
“Oh, that reminds me,” said Hydn. “Picked something up you missed. Your first pirate swag.” He placed a small box on the bench between them with a clunk, then flicked the lid open. A beautiful tinkling tune spilled forth, wrapping around the tiny person that slowly turned in the middle. Ixxy kissed him.
“You’re welcome,” he said.
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THE END