Mᴀʏʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ ᴛʀᴀᴅᴇ ꜰᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ sʜɪɴʏ?
Twig’s fest drifted back and forth with the gentle tides of the cove. The water was sparkling with the early morning sunlight, but he stared down at it with a deeply furrowed brow.
How was he going to convince the mers to trade him that piece? To be honest, he didn’t have a clue what it was. Just looked like a piece of scrap metal to him. But Shark insisted they needed it. So who was he to argue?
That wasn’t so much the problem here. Despite the crystalline water and pocketfuls of mermaid scales he kept stashed away in his bag, what around here was shiny? What could he offer them?
He’d worked hard tossing bottles, but that was only a distraction. He needed a trade here. The metal contraption was already an established part of their hoard. How could he compete with that?
As he stared down at his reflection, he suddenly went wide-eyed. His badge! The starfish charm he’d found on the beach, his sheriff’s star!
He stood at once, pulling it from its careful pinning to his shirt, and his hand closed around it in affirmation. Sure, he’d wanted to take it home with him. But this was more important, for Shark, for the whole crew, and all the passengers aboard the cruise ship. Sometimes, sacrifices had to be made.
Isn’t that what a hero does?
Twig’s fest drifted back and forth with the gentle tides of the cove. The water was sparkling with the early morning sunlight, but he stared down at it with a deeply furrowed brow.
How was he going to convince the mers to trade him that piece? To be honest, he didn’t have a clue what it was. Just looked like a piece of scrap metal to him. But Shark insisted they needed it. So who was he to argue?
That wasn’t so much the problem here. Despite the crystalline water and pocketfuls of mermaid scales he kept stashed away in his bag, what around here was shiny? What could he offer them?
He’d worked hard tossing bottles, but that was only a distraction. He needed a trade here. The metal contraption was already an established part of their hoard. How could he compete with that?
As he stared down at his reflection, he suddenly went wide-eyed. His badge! The starfish charm he’d found on the beach, his sheriff’s star!
He stood at once, pulling it from its careful pinning to his shirt, and his hand closed around it in affirmation. Sure, he’d wanted to take it home with him. But this was more important, for Shark, for the whole crew, and all the passengers aboard the cruise ship. Sometimes, sacrifices had to be made.
Isn’t that what a hero does?