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”You know their ship?”

”No, that’s my ship.”
(He didn’t understand.)
”We weren’t so bad
Back when I had
The boat at my command.”

Then, hushed again,
We all closed in.
”To sabotage, go we.”

”No! That’s my crew,
And I tell you,
None sink this boat but me.
It’s different now.
The question’s how
To tell what’s up inside?”

”Look, on command
We'll drop the plan,
But how to turn midstride?
We’re not prepared
For what’s in there.
Twas ‘in-and-out, survive.’”

”You’re right, go back,
And I’ll attack.”
Then I prepared to dive.

”The mermaids! No!
Ok, we’ll go,
But we don’t have much time.”

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Then deep in night
We hid from light
And slowly crept about
Upon the sea,
So far unseen;
Me, Fairy, Stomp, and Sprout.

From in the mist
Much passed-by missed.
I hoped that we would too.
(The last time I
Gave this a try,
We'd fled back very soon.)

The sunrise too
Would, into view,
Bring all that fog concealed.
Surprise would go.
Twas likely no
Escape were we revealed.

The ship’s outline
Came through, and I
Could scarce believe my eyes.
”But how?!?” I gasped.

My mouth, Stomp clasped
With: “That was quite unwise.”

“How’d she survive!?!”
I blinked my eyes.
“The Redhead! She’s right there!”

“I see no head.”

“You have no head,”
Said fairy, curt but fair.

The fairy knew
And right on cue
Explained to Stomping Bird:
“He means the ship
Now close your lip,
Or we’ll be overheard.”

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“Look, Penjammin,
Some mainland men
Went pirate.” she explained.
“…on nearby isles
Collecting piles
Of wealth they steal away.
You preyed on thieves
Once just like these,
Before you sailed to me.
I’ve read it in
What you've written,
And heard it as you sleep!”

“I mean that’s, umm…
What you told some-
What you’d have us believe!”

“Look, we would help
But something else
Has my kind occupied.
Unthreatened, they
Won’t send the fae.
So, help me save the tribes.”

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Relieved at last
The whole group laughed
I'd drawn no birds of prey.
I laughed along.
They sang their song.
I tried to slip away
And volunteered
Night watch. I feared
That none’d forget that day.
So, naturally,
They nick-named me
From it without delay.

Then mystery
Met clarity
Upon a cool sunrise.
I woke and they
(My host, the fae)
Hushed right up in surprise.

“I’m telling him.
Now, Penjammin-”
She turned to speak to me.

“No. Not for him.
Too much for him
With training to complete.
That’s stuff of war.
Haunt Weebow’s door.”

“But him they would defeat!
Besides all that,
They’ve just attacked
The other tribes, not yours.
So we. still. can.
Send the. right. man.
Call it a show of force!
Look, pirates raid
Your kindred's’ bay
And here you have a man
Whose former life
Pursued their like
And head of his own clan!”

“It’s not our way.
Peace goes away
When lines like that get crossed.
If he’s to go
It’s on his own.
His training will be lost.”

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Another kill!
And overkill!
We nabbed a fearsome beast!
He didn’t stand
A chance. Our band
All talked about the feast.

Now not to brag,
I felt I had
Grown quite good at the hunt.
The hunt made sense.
No dissonance,
No mystery, just good fun.

No whispering,
No no-aging
(Though no complaints right there),
There was something
Not strange to me:
That look from ‘neath her hair.

Salacious? No
But interest though,
Something inviting too.
Both “I must wait.”
“Initiate!”
Just what was I to do?

I was not free
For what might be
For me on down her way.
Was she a sure
Adventurer?
Or was Fairbow fair bait?

The sun went down.
Folks gathered round
The fire for song and dance.
Now, I’d sat there
For space and air,
But I gave fun a chance.

The crew joined me.
And kept chatting
About all kinds of things.
But Dancing Sprout
Drowned all them out.
The man sure loved to sing…

Still new to chants,
No mood to dance
(Not quite in their own way),
So I produced
A hunting-flute
(I'd fashioned day-by-day
(From an old pen
I'd found) and then
Unplugged the nib to play.

Then quickly stopped.
And we all stopped,
The heavens to survey.
I scanned the skies
While deep inside
(Subconsciously?) I prayed…