Johnny was far too busy thrashing about to notice any birds swooping along the port. He continued to struggle, suddenly freezing in place when he heard a strange sort of noise. There was a moment of silence until the merman finally looked up to the boy. He was heaving, tired, angry, frustrated, if he had any ounce of truthfulness to him, he'd admit he was frightened. This was it, after all. He hadn't known what his captor had planned, but Johnny could only assume that it was to be eaten.
The boy spoke, offering assistance. This seemed like a trick. A sick, two-legged trick. Was he in any position to do anything else besides go along with this trick? He was stuck here after all. When he was free, though... they'd see what it was like to be tricked. His webbed hands grasped the net tightly as he stared up at the stranger, uncertainty bubbling up in the pit of his stomach.
Finally, the merman spoke, his voice as uncertain as he felt. "Yes?"
The boy spoke, offering assistance. This seemed like a trick. A sick, two-legged trick. Was he in any position to do anything else besides go along with this trick? He was stuck here after all. When he was free, though... they'd see what it was like to be tricked. His webbed hands grasped the net tightly as he stared up at the stranger, uncertainty bubbling up in the pit of his stomach.
Finally, the merman spoke, his voice as uncertain as he felt. "Yes?"
