Mythical Seas

Chapter Five: Marra Does Social Interaction

 A majority of the Sailors woke up to yet another splash. Iskall saw Mumbo was missing and ran to the deck. Everyone (minus Beefers, his earplugs worked a little too well) followed and saw a familiar red-and-tan-tailed Siren dragging Mumbo down.

"Grian!!" Iskall gave an annoyed shout at the gremlin, and saw a flash of a blue tail. 'Please tell me Ren will save Mumbo this time.'

A few seconds later, on baited breath, Ren floated up, holding a passed out mustached madman. "I got him!"

Everyone rushed for a rope, and eventually was able to pull Mumbo up. Ren also pulled himself up the ladder, and sat down. Everyone heard an angry huff from below, and a small splash.

POOF.

This time, everyone said it in unison with Marra.

"MERPEOPLE GOT A POINT!"

POOF.

POOF.

"MERPEOPLE GOT A POINT!!"

At this point, the Sirens were used to Marra popping in and yelling who'd won the battle this time, or just generally popping in to make sure everything was to their liking.

POOF.

Poof.

Marra snuck behind Keralis.

"YOU GOT A POINT!!"

Keralis jumped and yelped, then cheered.

POOF.

It took a few minutes before Mumbo started to stir. He mumbled something, then opened his eyes slightly. "Ow."

"Is he awake?"

"Not yet. WAKE UP!!!"

"Ow, my ears..."

Mumbo jumped as Iskall screamed "WAKE UP!!!" for the second time.

"Finally."

False facepalmed as Iskall huffed. Ren was laughing on the floor. Xisuma and the rest of the crew were probably doing something else. Mumbo groaned as he realized what happened.

"Grian got me again, didn't he?"

Everyone present (actually, just False and Iskall, Ren was still laughing his butt off) nodded.

As Ren swam back to base, he was suddenly POOFed onto an island. Apparently, so was everyone else.

"-STOP DYING!"

"Why me."

"AAAAAAAAAAA-"

Marra was screaming at the top of her lungs as the familiar form of Alex curled into a ball. "Why am I weak."

The female pirate noticed everyone and stopped yelling. "Oh, hi. Sorry for the screaming, it's just that this asexual disaster WON'T. STOP. DYING."

"I swear I'm trying."

"THEN WHY DID YOU YEET YOURSELF OFF A CLIFF?!"

"I don't know."

"BOI- Know, what, never mind. Ahem. Anyway, ignoring my wish to rage quit, this is..... Crap, I need a good name." Marra stared into space intensely for a second before Alex gave a suggestion, still curled up in the sand.

"Truce Island?"

"No, that's not it."

"Peace Island??"