A poetic kidnapper

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The beautiful sea-goddess gave me a genuine smile

"You've come here to steal, that clearly is known.
Guilt in your face, has clearly been shown
So in case you don't want to be banished or thrown
You will be part of my emboitic zone"

"I'm sorry,WHAT?" I said.

That must have NOT been the reply she expected because she glared her pretty eyes at me.

"Ok,ok so like... number 1- WERE NOT 'STEALING' ANYTHING and 2- CAN YOU LET ME GO NOW!?"

She glared at me again as she plopped out a typing pad again as she scribbled something and it translated to English.

"It's 43."

I wondered.
What could it be?

...

As I was trapped on a Seaweed-Floating bed looking at the water around me, I fiddled through my blazer. Suddenly, I came across a small potion bottle in the pocket next to my chest. As I took the bottle and had a sip

fizz....

It genuinely tasted like lime soda.

"It's 43." The goddesses voice kept ringing in my head.

As I had nothing better to do, I took a small pen from my blazer and scribbled on my palm

"It's 43, Juno."

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