2 | Terrible Organization

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Mermista was just as surprised at this news as Adora was. "But... why my room? Maybe she was looking for me. I need to talk to her," Adora said.

"Adora for all we know, she could have been sneaking into your room to kill you. Are you really thinking about talking to her?" Mermista asked. Adora sighed. "Let's just get back as quickly as possible. We need to question her and see what she wants," Glimmer says and turns to Mermista. "Mermista, please. We need your help. The Horde could be up to something. We have to get back to Bright Moon." Mermista groaned. "Fine... I guess," Mermista mumbled and made her way to the edge of the ship.

"Sea Hawk, move the ship as fast as you can, I'll move it from inside the water." Then Mermista jumped into the air and said, "For the honour of graywhale!" Adora looked over at Glimmer and Bow. "She's never gonna get over that, is she?" Adora asked. Bow sighed and shook his head. Then Mermista turned into a mermaid and plunged into the ocean. Suddenly, the ship started moving faster than before.

Adora turned to the others. "Close the sails, the wind could move us in a different direction and make it harder for Mermista to move the ship," Adora said. "Leave that to me," Glimmer replied and teleported to the top of the sails.

Then she turned to Bow. "And Bow, stay on the deck. If Catra is in Bright Moon, there are sure to be others. The Horde could be following us," Adora said firmly. Bow nodded and ran to the edge of the deck, looking at their surroundings. Glimmer teleported in front of Adora just before she could transform.

"The sails are closed. Adora, maybe you should stay inside. It's more... safe," Glimmer suggested. "Nowhere is safe! Do you even hear yourself, Glimmer?!" Adora exclaimed at the now upset princess.

"I'm just trying to take care of you. This war has done a number on all of us. That doesn't mean you get to take it out on me!" Glimmer exclaimed, finally letting out the things she's been holding on to for a while. "I don't need you to take care of me! I'm She-Ra, remember?! And I'm not taking anything out on you! I just want the war to end so things can go back to how they were. It would have been easier if we weren't arguing all the time!"

Bow watched quietly from the distance. He knew that something was going on between his friends and he wished he could do something to help. Yet, he didn't understand the point of their argument. They were literally arguing for no reason.

Bow looked back at the sea where he was supposed to be looking. He now realized they were about to touch land and Mermista needed to slow down. Bow ran inside the ship and over to the wheel. "Sea Hawk, stop! We're close to land we're going to crash at this rate," Bow said to the terrified male hiding in the corner. "I can't! Mermista isn't stopping! Someone has to go down there," Sea Hawk replied while gripping the edges of the ship. Bow turned around and looked off into the sky as if he was a hero making his final decision. He stood like that for a while before turning back to Sea Hawk.

"I'll go," Bow said firmly and proudly. "What?! Are you sure?" Sea Hawk asked. "Well, clearly, no one else is going to," Bow pointed at Glimmer and Adora who were still arguing. "Fair point," Sea Hawk stated before standing up from his hiding space. "Do we have any of the water suits that Entrapta made onboard?" Sea Hawk nodded. "They should be in the storage unit," he said. Bow whimpered. The storage unit was at the bottom of the ship. Which meant underwater. It's also not the safest place on the ship. Just one step into the place and you can poke a hole, causing the ship to sink.

"And who's idea was it to put it down there?" Bow asked, looking Sea Hawk up and down. He cleared his throat. "What? There was no space in the other rooms!" he exclaimed sadly. "Fine, I'll be right back," Bow mumbled and walked down the creaky stairs. He shivered from the breeze that flew past him. Once he made it down, he groaned at the millions of barrels before him.

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