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Jim Jones took a puff of his pipe as he gazed out over the ocean, kicking his feet up onto the side of his boat. The sea was calm, there wasn't a cloud in the sky, and just as he finished his puff, his line pulled taut. The grey-bearded man perked up, almost dropping his pipe, and started reeling the line in.
“Come on!” He grunted, jumping to his feet. Whatever it was on the other end of the line, it was heavy enough to threaten to pull Jim in. With any luck, there would be enough meat on it to feed the man for a week! What he reeled in wasn't your average fish, though. Instead, an ungodly, eight foot long amalgamation of squid and human flopped onto his boat, its tentacles writhing about as its arm hoisted it up.
“You! Haro’sha!” The beast demanded as it jabbed a pearl-topped rod of stone at him, it's voice strangely airy and empty. “Where am I?”
Jim stared at the creature for a long moment, dumbfounded. “What?”
“This world! Where. Am. I?”
“Huh? The planet? You're on Opealon, mister.” The fisherman responded, watching fascinated as the creature found its footing and rose up from the ground on its tentacles. Jim’s fishing line was still bound around its arm, which it began to methodically untangle.
“Opealon?” It grunted. “Thoto Nhar… This is certainly not my home. What do they call you, Haro’sha?”
“Hmm?” Jim, mumbled, surprised. “Uh, my name’s Jim, mister. Jim Jones.”
“Well met, Jim. I am Mar’mako.” It said. The creature observed him for a second before narrowing its odd, w-shaped pupils. “I take it that you are not familiar with my kind?”
“No, sir.” The fisherman replied, shuffling his feet nervously. “I can't say I've seen anything quite like you before.”
“I am of the Mako’rei. I am well-acquainted with your kind, Haro’sh- I mean, Jim.”
“Why do you keep calling me that?” The man asked, curious despite himself.
“It means… Hrmm... ‘land crawler’, I believe, in your tongue.” Mar’mako responded, unceremoniously dropping the fishing line to the floor of the boat. “It is our term for your kind.”
“That's not a very flattering term.” Jim said, visibly deflated at the creature’s comment.
“Irrelevant.” The Mako’rei growled. It glanced around, apparently looking for something. “Where is the rest of your kind? Where do you nest? I see no… hrmm… ah, land, around here.”
In response, the fisherman simply pointed upwards and as he followed the gesture Mar’mako’s eyes widened. Islands. Floating above the sea.
“Thoto Nhar…” He said breathlessly. The creature spent a few moments staring into the sky, attempting to comprehend what he was seeing. When he had finally taken the sight in, Mar’mako turned back to the fisherman. “Thank you for your assistance, Jim.”
With that, the Mako’rei tensed his tentacles before hurling himself overboard, leaving the bearded man alone on his boat again. Jim’s shaking hand brought his pipe back to his mouth and he took a deep puff to calm his nerves. To his surprise, there was a loud splash and a large, floundering fish landed on his boat, one that he knew for a fact would be good eating.
“Ah, I believe this was yours.” Mar’mako rasped before disappearing into the water.
“Come on!” He grunted, jumping to his feet. Whatever it was on the other end of the line, it was heavy enough to threaten to pull Jim in. With any luck, there would be enough meat on it to feed the man for a week! What he reeled in wasn't your average fish, though. Instead, an ungodly, eight foot long amalgamation of squid and human flopped onto his boat, its tentacles writhing about as its arm hoisted it up.
“You! Haro’sha!” The beast demanded as it jabbed a pearl-topped rod of stone at him, it's voice strangely airy and empty. “Where am I?”
Jim stared at the creature for a long moment, dumbfounded. “What?”
“This world! Where. Am. I?”
“Huh? The planet? You're on Opealon, mister.” The fisherman responded, watching fascinated as the creature found its footing and rose up from the ground on its tentacles. Jim’s fishing line was still bound around its arm, which it began to methodically untangle.
“Opealon?” It grunted. “Thoto Nhar… This is certainly not my home. What do they call you, Haro’sha?”
“Hmm?” Jim, mumbled, surprised. “Uh, my name’s Jim, mister. Jim Jones.”
“Well met, Jim. I am Mar’mako.” It said. The creature observed him for a second before narrowing its odd, w-shaped pupils. “I take it that you are not familiar with my kind?”
“No, sir.” The fisherman replied, shuffling his feet nervously. “I can't say I've seen anything quite like you before.”
“I am of the Mako’rei. I am well-acquainted with your kind, Haro’sh- I mean, Jim.”
“Why do you keep calling me that?” The man asked, curious despite himself.
“It means… Hrmm... ‘land crawler’, I believe, in your tongue.” Mar’mako responded, unceremoniously dropping the fishing line to the floor of the boat. “It is our term for your kind.”
“That's not a very flattering term.” Jim said, visibly deflated at the creature’s comment.
“Irrelevant.” The Mako’rei growled. It glanced around, apparently looking for something. “Where is the rest of your kind? Where do you nest? I see no… hrmm… ah, land, around here.”
In response, the fisherman simply pointed upwards and as he followed the gesture Mar’mako’s eyes widened. Islands. Floating above the sea.
“Thoto Nhar…” He said breathlessly. The creature spent a few moments staring into the sky, attempting to comprehend what he was seeing. When he had finally taken the sight in, Mar’mako turned back to the fisherman. “Thank you for your assistance, Jim.”
With that, the Mako’rei tensed his tentacles before hurling himself overboard, leaving the bearded man alone on his boat again. Jim’s shaking hand brought his pipe back to his mouth and he took a deep puff to calm his nerves. To his surprise, there was a loud splash and a large, floundering fish landed on his boat, one that he knew for a fact would be good eating.
“Ah, I believe this was yours.” Mar’mako rasped before disappearing into the water.