I Have No Excuse

Untitled Part 28

Several days of what felt like wasted time. Several more days with Prowl making me learn his language rather than the other way around. Several days of Blaster laughing his ass off at me. I was about ready to throw in the towel. Sure I knew that I wouldn't be gone for long if I did get frustrated enough to walk out, but it would be a great couple of days. I already knew how they would go. I would spend those days ignoring calls, listening to music, playing video games, and eating to my heart's content. Then I would come back and be back to this. But I wasn't at that point yet. So here I was. Writing and rewriting symbol after symbol. Percy and Jack were having a field day with our notes on what these symbols translated to. I didn't know exactly what they were doing with them, but I assumed they were trying to find a pattern or compare them to already know symbols and mer mythology or something. Whatever it was they were doing was going to be brought up to some serious big wig scientists and theorists at some point I was sure. Hopefully by then Prowl would be out of here and making a new home out in the ocean somewhere. I would miss him there was no doubt about that, but when it came around I didn't want him being taken off somewhere and studied. He had already been through enough and he didn't need anyone else poking and prodding at him.

"Ok. Done. How about we have some fun now, huh? Puzzles are great. Lets put together some puzzles. Or we can eat some candy. I'll go get one of those mixed packs with kitkats, m&ms, and snickers."

"Yeah he's not going for it." Blaster responded as he just shoved another carved coral piece at me before pointing to the seashell.

"Come on, Prowls. Doesn't it at least Sound fun?"

"Jazz, your education is far more important than some candy and puzzles." Blaster scolded mockingly. "You know if you learn enough words or at least get enough of them written down then we could write him a message to get him to understand that we're trying to teach him Our language. And the more you get down the quicker that'll happen. So get writing."

"How about You waste all day writing nonsense and then ya can try and say that again."

"It's not nonsense. This is a real language of the sea here. And you're the first to learn it so you should feel privileged."

"Oh whatever. Besides as excited as I am that we could eventually speak to Prowl I really don't want him stuck being interrogated and gawked at by people. I know the media would eat this up as much as some serious people in the scientific and marine fields, but in turn so would the public and... Prowl doesn't deserve that. He's been through enough."

"I wouldn't worry. Ratchet will keep people away if we can't."

"Yeah I suppose you're right on that." I laughed softly.

"After all this is a sanctuary for injured and ill mers. This isn't a zoo you know!" Blaster did his best impression of Ratchet and I had to admit that lifted my spirits quite a bit along with pushing away my worry.

The people here were good. They cared for the mers. No matter how they acted they were worth protecting. No matter how damaged they were worth saving. Even if they seemed like they wouldn't make it no matter what they did they would at least try. They wouldn't let anything happen to Prowl. They'd fight it if they pestered him or tried to take Prowl away. I suppose this was why I liked the people here so much. The people here put some of my faith back in humanity. The faith I had lost through the years. What was eighteen years with neglectful and controlling parents compared to what I could do with the rest of my life? Sure most of the friends I would make here would be fish- mammals, but what did that matter in the long run? Maybe one day I could be fluent in Prowls language. At least writing anyway. Being able to talk to mers whenever would be pretty neat.

"So the big days tomorrow."

"Huh? Oh. Right. I hope Prowl doesn't rip their heads off or something. He really doesn't seem to like them from long distance. I can't imagine how he's going to like them close up."

"Eh. Prowl's pretty level headed. He won't go and attack them. I really don't think it will end in violence this time around. I think the odds are good."

"With how things are going I don't think they'd hurt him either, but that leaves things up to Prowl and ya know how stubborn Prowl can be. If he says no he Never changes his mind."

"Bribe him with a few m&ms every once in awhile to be nice and see where it goes."

"I don't think that will work out. If anything he'd take them anyway and still say no. He'd think I owe him for putting him in that situation."

"Oh yeah. Well prepare for the worst and hope for the best then. The sooner he makes nice with one of the other pods here the sooner he gets out. Well after he teaches you how to write."

"I know how to write."

"Well he doesn't think so. And what I mean is if things go well then we might have some more time with him to teach you his language. He's the only one that's actually tried or at least been willing to try and teach the language. At least to our knowledge. Maybe there is someone out there speaking and living with the mers or whatever, but this will be the only time it's documented."

"Who would have thought my seeing Prowl on a rock back in highschool would lead to this?"

"I know. Life really is something else."

"The funny thing is I really thought that Prowl was an annoyance back then. I was walking home and then I ended up feeding him because he was too injured to hunt. Now I can't picture my life without him there."