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[cloudnun]

At least the anchor wasn't a barnacle, right?

[Murasa. That's rude. This is her story and she's trying to tell it her way. She doesn't hear any objections to the main character being a guy, you know!]

Anyway! I can't let you keep interrupting my story with your nonsense about talking sharks. No, no the captain was a talking anchor. It's better that way.

[shipwrecking]

[huff huff] And the boy thought that the captain was really cool, right?

[cloudnun]

I seem to remember something about the boy thinking "holy crap, a talking anchor", actually...

[She can't hold it in. She giggles at her own stupid answer before she makes a quick correction.]

... And I think he was a little scared of the anchor... at first.

[shipwrecking]

[that was dumb. she snorts.]

So why was he scared?

[cloudnun]

Because he just was. The anchor was so cool - the second coolest person he had ever met - and it left the poor boy completely intimidated.

[shipwrecking]

[hawww]

Well, I can't blame the boy in that case.

[cloudnun]

Should I continue or are you content with that?

[Ichirin can't not smile. It's nice to see Murasa being a bit happy in this place. It's always nice to see her happy but, well, usually she seems a bit, uh, frantic in this place.]

[shipwrecking]

[frantic, high strung, irritable, what else is new? moments like these are rare, but at least Murasa doesn't let them go to waste.]

Go on, go on. [she lazily waves a hand up at Ichirin.] Continue.

[cloudnun]

If you say so.

[Yeah, she doesn't let them go to waste and that's whats important, right?]

The anchor and the boy became the best of friends, even if the anchor could be stubborn and foolish from time to time, and they lived happily ever after.

[Lame ending to a lame story, but she's smiling at least!]

[shipwrecking]

Stubborn and foolish, huh?

[she lightly swats at Ichirin's face, but Murasa's smiling too.]

What a cheesy ending.

[cloudnun]

[The swatting doesn't bother her in the slightest; not even Unzan reacts to that. Which is a good thing for Murasa, right?

What does bother her, though, is being insulted like that!]

H-Hey... I'll have you know that ending is really, really good!

[shipwrecking]

Good things can be cheesy too.

[poke poke prod.]

[cloudnun]

Lucky for us, right Unzan?

[Wait for it... wait for it...]

He says that's right.

[shipwrecking]

You know I don't really have a choice in taking your word for the things he says.

[cloudnun]

I also know that you know I wouldn't breach his trust in me or take advantage of him by lying.

[shipwrecking]

I know that you know I know that.