.: The Tides have changed :.

.:30:.

Dream leaned against the wall.. listening to his surroundings.
"Pfft.." he remembered all the fun moments with his crew and.. George.
"We had a lot of fun."

He let out a small sigh... he was hoping that at any second.. he will wake up from this terrible dream..

Dream gripped his forehead.
"Who am I kidding... George wanted to leave regardless.." his gaze sorrowed..
"I should have done more... then he would want to stay.."

He slid down.. laying on the floor- resting his head towards the metal bars- now most likely his final days will be in a stupid jail on a broken ship.

Dream closed his eyes.. trying to think of something to pass the time...anything..

As he was trying to lay down peacefully.. he felt drips of water on his face- seriously..

Dream let out a huff, rubbing his face before continuing to lay- ignoring the water.
"Stupid ship.." he mumbled.

After a few moments.. he felt some slimy and a wet substance fall on his forehead- making a small splat noise.

Dream sat up, grabbing the squishy substance.
"What the..." he looked at the strange.. mossball.
"What is-"

He was cut off when he felt another one hit the back of his head.. feeling the squishy again.

Dream grew annoyed.
"Hey! What's the big ide-" he instantly turned around... cutting himself off.

He stared at the barrel with a tank on top.. but he couldn't see through the tank- it seemed to have been painted black.

Dream blinked.. sitting up towards the bars.
"The hell.." he tapped the tank.. but after a few moments..
"What the fuck is this?!"

He soon saw a small head peak out.. wearing a muzzle.. it was so tiny.

Dreams eyes widened.. seeing the tiny.. baby- mermaid..? Or merman..?
"What the.." his held his hand out towards the smaller.
"What's a baby merman doing here.."

The smaller let out a spat, scratching Dreams hand before lowering himself into the tank...

Dream pulled his hand back.. soon glancing around- maybe he wants the moss balls back.
"Here.." he picked the two small moss balls up.. holding them towards the tank.

The smaller mer creature peaked there head out.. soon holding out there small hands for the moss balls.

Dream let out a small chuckle.. placing the moss balls in the smallers hands.
"What are you doing here.." he tilted his head.
"This is no place for a kid."

"We are selling it."

Dream watched as the smaller hid, soon looking over to see Hannah leaning against the bars.
"Why?! It's a child!" He scoffed.
"It's not something for sale."

"Exactly- it's a siren child." Hannah shrugged.
"I'm a siren hunter... i specialty in hunting these things." She hit the tank faintly.
"Planning on selling him off too a bunch of chefs... either for decoration or most likely food."

Dream felt his stomach sink.
"What?!" He sat up, letting out a scoff.
"You can't do that!"

"Yes I can?" Hannah rolled his eyes.
"They are monsters.." she walked away.

Dream scrunched his nose, soon looking back at the tank.
"I know she can be mean." He frowned.. feeling pity for the smaller.
"I'm sorry."

The tiny mer peaked there head out once Hannah left, looking back over at Dream with a soft gaze.