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title: 00031
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created: Mon, 07 Nov 2022 08:16:11 -0700
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updated: Mon, 07 Nov 2022 08:16:14 -0700
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public: yes
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syndicated: yes
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### 00031 {#00031}
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> Inky follows behind the merbear at a healthy 2 meters' distance
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> away in the bubblebee, the headlights illuminating a moderate
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> distance ahead of the distraught bear as it darts after its
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> brother.
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> As the merbear homes in on the tardigrade near the ship deck, Inky
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> keeps a lookout for any signs of movement or tentacles from behind
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> or below the shipwreck. The bubblebee's headlights cast an eerie
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> shadow from the ship's double masts even as it partly lights up the
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> rim of a gaping hole in the hull.
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The tardigrade, still tucked into a ball, lands on the ship deck with
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a gentle thud. It rolls a couple of times and finally comes to rest
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against the rigging. The merbear reaches it a moment later and
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cradles its jelly-like body gently in its bear arms. "My brother!" it
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cries. "My dear bear brother!"
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The tardigrade slowly uncurls and stretches out and looks around,
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disoriented and bleary-eyed. It waggles its eight arms around
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experimentally, closes and opens its claws as though kneading the
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water. "Brother?" says the merbear in astonishment.
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"I am okay brother!" says the tardigrade. "We water bears are very
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hardy and resilient! It will take more than a mere other worldly
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tentacle attack and an arcane electric blast to do me in!"
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While the bears are having their teary-eyed reunion, you sense
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movement in the shadows deep in the ocean trench, over which protrude
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the ship's masts. Your lights don't penetrate the darkness enough to
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see what it was. But it was large. The very stuff that thalassophobia
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is made of.
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You also think you see a flash of gold as the light of the bubblebee
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reflects off of something inside the ship through the hole in the
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hull. Could it be the second Ginnarak Crystal?
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The breach in the hull is easily large enough to admit a medium sized
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creature such as an inkling in a bubblebee apparatus. Or a sysorcer
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or a lanky old half-devil tavern owner.
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WHAT DO YOU DO
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[www](https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-11/msg00056.html)
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