Mela and Ryker. Quinn and Jex. And Turtle had caught sight of the cook and Jall, which made sense, he guessed. Everywhere he looked, couples. Maybe he was feeling a little left-out? He looked up at the tangle of ropes around the mast. A pair of birds alighted above his head.
"Oh, rack off," he grumbled, waving his hands.
"Hey, Turtle!" called a voice. Turtle turned and looked for the caller. Jack stood nearby, hand on the wheel.
"'Hoy, Jack," Turtle hollered back.
Jack twisted on the wheel a little before locking it and sauntering down towards Turtle.
"Can I ask you a few questions?" said Jack.
"Sure," Turtle said warily.
"So, this island..." Jack sat next to Turtle. "So, only you and your mother know about it? And your father, I imagine?"
"I'm sure other people knew, but whether they're dead already... Because my dear old pop was a sailor who found the island. And here I am," said Turtle. "Never met the man. Probably dead. But in the world? Me, mum, the crew. Maybe up to three other people."
"Ah-huh," Jack said.
Turtle was suddenly uncomfortable. He was leading strangers towards the island that was his mother's safe haven. Not to mention it was in the Triangle, and a few heroes had met their deaths there. But Turtle knew it all. Thanks again, mum, he thought.
"So what is your mother, that she gets to guard the Fountain?" Jack asked.
"Sea nymph," Turtle replied. "Ex-siren. Which reminds me, we need to stock up on wax when we port." Turtle muttered something very rude about sirens under his breath. Jack let out what might have been a laugh.
"Well, bye, Turtle." Jack got up and walked away. Turtle sighed and grunted.
Jack was odd. Very odd.
The Captain emerged from below deck, and Turtle grinned fakely at her.
"Morning, Captain."
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