#that poor lizard

[Send me a number, I’ll write a micro story using that word/phrase!]

Because I feel like it, this one’s actually in the One Siren’s Soul universe!

22. Nap

Sunlight grazed the tips of his fingers with a glowing warmth where they hung down below the sail’s cast shadow. George rocked slowly in the hammock to the rhythm of the waves shoving the ship’s hull, eyes half-lidded as he watched the clouds carrying the sunset’s colours above. He raised his hands in a stretch above his head, setting them crossed behind his neck as he finally settled into a well-deserved nap.

Or, well. He would’ve.

“GEORGE!!!”

If the rambunctious child known as Colin didn’t leap spinning into the hammock with him. George barely caught himself on his hands and knees as they both tumbled out of the bedding with a giant THUMP.

He sat up, rubbing the back of his head as he turned to see the gleeful excitement in Colin’s beaming face. George blinked tiredly, but that didn’t stop the smile from appearing on his own.

“… Aye, Colin?” The boy was near jumping out of his own skin, vibrating on the ship’s deck to a rattling of boards and lines and ratlines. Hm. Maybe that’s why they called them that.

He lifted his hands, his fingers cupped around something hidden away inside them. “I!! FOUND!! A THING!! YOU LIKE SEE IT?”

George chuckled. “And what did ye find, huh?”

“A—” Colin paused, lifting away one of his hands with a dramatic flourish to reveal a tiny green critter, the creature confused out of its mind. “A LIZARD!! I FOUND LIZARD!”

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