"Did you really have to threaten him like that?"
Dream, Sapnap, and Bad all ate in the captain's cabin, the sun peeking through his glass windows. Antfrost usually ate with the other crew members, as did the three currently eating with just each other. However, the first mate and doctor had chosen to follow Dream to his office space and eat in relative solitude from the others. The feline hybrid had made the decision to not switch up the norm, while Skeppy seemed to avoid everyone entirely for breakfast.
Bad guessed it had something to do with the mermaid and his soured attitude, prompting the uneasy question.
"It wasn't a threat, more of a....friendly reminder," Dream swallowed a piece of meat, searching for the right words to make his recent actions appear justified.
"That wasn't a friendly reminder at all," Bad regarded the captain scornfully. "Nothing about that was a polite reminder or anything friendly."
"What did you expect, Bad?" Dream sighed. "He's not talking anyway."
"What do you even want from him?" Bad inquired. "He's done nothing wrong, and he seems scared of you."
"I can't fix that," Dream replied, his throat going dry in the meantime.
"Maybe be a little nicer to him," Bad suggested.
"That won't get me anywhere," Dream leaned back in his seat.
"How do you know?" Bad frowned.
"Are you kidding?"
"Not really. I'm just trying to figure out why exactly we're holding him hostage."
"Would you rather we enforce our 'no hostile survivors' policy?"
"That's for enemies, for people who attack us or our allies. This George person has done nothing wrong, Dream."
"We don't know that. The missing ships? The people?"
"Don't give us that," Sapnap suddenly chimed in, appearing annoyed. "You haven't cared about a hunk of wood or a handful of people more than the Spirit or your own SMP crew. Do you really believe that he specifically had something to do with all of that? Or are you using him as a scapegoat to push your agenda for discovering mermaids?"
"I don't have any agenda," Dream argued, not even looking in his direction. "I just want to figure out how he plays into the missing cargo or cruise ships, while also unearthing the the very real species of humanoid sea creatures now confirmed to be alive beneath the sea."
"Bull," Sapnap grumbled, drinking from his mug. "You just think he's cute."
A beat of silence passed. The weight of the first mate's words and his palpable vexation hung heavy over the heads of the other two in the room. Bad, again, didn't even have the heart to call the male on his veiled swearing. Dream's white mask turned slowly to face the male next to him, his voice deathly low as he spoke.
"What?"
"Oh, please," Sapnap rolled his eyes. "It's obvious that this is all about the mermaid, in more ways than one. All the theatrics, the discussion we just had in the cell hall, all of these crazed ideas about extracting information from him - he'd be dead in an instant if he was anyone else."
"No one else is a mermaid," Dream said, a warning in his voice.
"So, what, you get turned on by fish now? Is that it?" Sapnap arched an eyebrow.
"Sapnap, I don't think-" Bad's eyes widened a bit, trying to tone down the situation.
"Dreamie's on his Wilbur Soot arc," Sapnap cooed, without any warmth in his voice.
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Tender Waves - A DreamNotFound Story
FantasyMermaids. It's all a funny thing, really. Myths weren't supposed to come true. And neither were dreams, hopes, wishes of those who deserved much better. And yet....... Here we are. Caught up in our own start of something beautifully unexpected, two...
