Carlo
"And the cannon went off," Carlo adds, as if to prove that not only were they good at reading instructions but also at carrying them out. No, the stray cannonball hadn't hit anything, but the column of white sea-spray it had sent rising into the air had been very satisfying, and he's sure next time there will be something worth aiming at.
Finch swipes at the dirt on his cheek and, like all children (especially those in groups of two or more) Carlo accepts it as the sign of weakness he's convinced it is, and that they have succeeded in getting under the older thief's skin. "Boaty McBoatFace is already going down there," he declares, trying for bureaucratic nonsense and only half succeeding, "and we have a duty to know how she fared and what she found. So... maybe?"
Probably. Especially now there's interesting signs to follow.
"If it's just wet and slimy then why do thieves like it so much? Unless... is there a seaweed empire down there?" And if so, could that be where the headquarters to a certain cranky hermit crab they'd been playing with are located?
Finch swipes at the dirt on his cheek and, like all children (especially those in groups of two or more) Carlo accepts it as the sign of weakness he's convinced it is, and that they have succeeded in getting under the older thief's skin. "Boaty McBoatFace is already going down there," he declares, trying for bureaucratic nonsense and only half succeeding, "and we have a duty to know how she fared and what she found. So... maybe?"
Probably. Especially now there's interesting signs to follow.
"If it's just wet and slimy then why do thieves like it so much? Unless... is there a seaweed empire down there?" And if so, could that be where the headquarters to a certain cranky hermit crab they'd been playing with are located?
today you are the king and the day belongs to you
