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“𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅.”

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Talay feels his consciousness become pronounced as his eyes flutter open. He can instantly tell the difference—he’s no longer in the water, but in your ship. The large pirate ship you said you swiped from some enemies a while ago.

A groan of slight pain climbs up his throat as he sits up slightly, a lock of hair falling in front of his face. “Where are we going?” he asks just as you enter the room.

Part of him is annoyed that you took him from his homeland, but another part is oddly relieved. The water over the years had slowly started becoming polluted, and he was struggling to keep up with his health.

Being on your ship, he already feels healthier, and less weaker, considering the water around him is salt and not fresh water anymore. To make it make sense, he’s a water spirit.

Talay stands and stretches a bit before looking over at you, studying the way you fiddle with the items on the desk as your gaze trails over the vast seas outside the window.