III - The Ferry Part 2

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Reflecting off the autumn sky glaced in pastel colors, my eyes trail for a moment down to the floor, so this is what it feels like to be decently tall. The avarage height of a great king. Raising my hands up to my shoulders, I shake the maracas lightly. Wake up~. Wirt jumps for a moment at the sudden noise,"Did I disturb you?"I smirk at him.

The gnome boy frowns,"Not at all." He's so mim!

Finn looks up,"S-So w-w-what now?"

"We get off this stupid forsaken boat." Wirt proposes.

"You dont wanna stay for a short cruise?"I offer.

"No."He quickly replies. He seems more serious than usual. I wonder if he's afraid of water, he could barely swim last time.

Blunt, I roll my eyes at his additude and turn to Finn,"He's afraid of water." I confess.

"H-H-He is?"Finn studders, and lifts up the midnight robe. His head crooks to the side to see frowning Wirt,"A-Are you W-Wirt?"

"Get out."A barefoot kicks away Finn's nosy rosy nose. The hurt prince claps his hands on his nose, and rolls in the ground winning. He closes his eyes tight,"Ow!Ow!Ow!"

"That's not very nice ya twig!"I pound one of the maracas on glaring gnome's head. The beads inside rattle,"Hollow head!"I add bunking his head once again with the maracas.

Suddenly, a fist connects under my chin. I jolt up. I would've flown off if it wasn't for Wirt holding my feet down. Lightning rattles, and bounces off the caverns in my skull. The colors of the sky spin, colliding with the autumn leaves of the swinging trees. An invisible force scratches the corners of my thoat, and ears. I drop the maracas to hold my head,"OW! YOU IDIOT IT TICKLES!" Uppercut?

"Be quiet! Do you wanna wake up the whole boat?"Wirt digs his nails on my heels.

"YES!"I cry messaging my poor wiggling human temples,"You hit me then tell me to 'be quiet', what do you want then? You better clear this up Branches the line between the two is fading very very close!"

"Finn pick up those maracas."The gnome orders.

"I'm a-a-a king, I d-d-don't have to listen t-to the l-l-likes of y-y-you!"The princy wines, holding his nose. His porcelain skin glows red at the tip of his round nose.

"So abusive!"I comment.

"Hitting you is the only way you imbaciles listen."Twigs scolds.

The loud whistle of silver flutes flutter in the air above us. Footsteps walk down the stairs. Wirt quickly covers himself,"Act normal."he whispers.

"Gimme the maracas you thing!"I point to the two maracas on the floor. Finn snatches them up, and hands them to me. While he does so I notice his nose leaking a drop of red,"Dry your nose on the cloak!"I command.

Finn quickly brushes his blood away on the midnight robe. "I will kill you." Wirt announces. "Hush!"I snap at him raising one maraca in the air.

"RIBIT!" I turn around to see a group of short, and some tall, red unifrom wearing frogs with various instruments in hand. They wave at us--me.

I start to laugh uncontrollably,"Seriously Branches? Frogs? You're pathetic, and crazy!"

The group of anphibians glance at one another with perplexed expressions. They walk towards us in a pack.

"I will stab your foot if you give us away."Wirt sneers.

"B-Bill please act l-like them!"Finn pleads, teary-eyed.

"Have one of you ever been a green mushy ball with sticks for flailing limbs? How does a frog act?"I ask touching the tip of the maraca with my chin.

"T-Think quick!"Finn yelps.

"Don't tell me what to do."

The pack of slime balls stop in front of us with eyebrows raised. I blink a couple of times as I just stare at every single one of them. The staring contest continues despite a fly landing on one of the frog's naked eye. I can see from the corner of my eye Finn cringing at the sight.

Finally to break the curse, I shake the maracas in my hand slowly, side to side. The amphibian's blank faces flicker joyful with proud smiles. One of them blows a tuba, and another sings the flute. How do I have such information of instruments? Did Pinetree leave those for me? Where is he? I've waited for so long why wont you just come back!?

"Have any of you consider changing your bloody pathetic, low-no-good-self, and serving the master of the universe as his slave?"I ask them with a small smile.

They cheer, and play their instruments louder. Some dance hand in hand with others in a small circle. What the hell? They actually want to?

"Well then my croaking friends let's conquer!"

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I boredly shake the maracas,"I don't understand. They wanted to be my slaves right? Did I misjudge?"I glance down at Wirt. He sways side to side with the music, not because he liked it, but because he had to for the performance. A little while ago we were starting a revolution, then the slime people started pushing me to a stage on the deck. Turns out they were just happy to do a 'concert'.

"Bill."Wirt stares up at me with the most bored expression. He swings the stick with a marshmallow on the end at Finn's head. The little guppy let's out a yelp,"Eek!" And gets on his knees to avoid the hit. Wirt saw that coming, and hit him right in the face. BOOM!

While Finn's head vibrated inside the drum, Wirtsy added,"They're frogs. Did you really think they would listen to an idiot like you? Spilling nonsense."

"In the world of buisness my very great and supportive colleague, it doesn't matter if you strike the deal...just that you told people."I proudly close my eyes and let sunrays glace above my gorgeous face.

"Moron."

"You're just jealous that I have better skin that you you dead twig!"I point with the maraca at the sky.

"That's my skin naturally."

"I don't care."

"Can y-you please n-not hit s-s-so hard the drum W-Wirt? I-I-It's starting to hurt."Finn complains holding his head. Wirt slams the stick on his face with greater strength. Finn falls on the floor. The crowd of frogs around us wearing Victorian era clothes clap.

"No."I hear Wirt muffle.

The sun is starting to go down. Only a portion of the sky was cotton candy pink, and pumpkin orange. The soft colors brought happiness to my eyes. No more darkness. That's...that's an odd saying...yep odd.

"So we are just going to continue playing this thing?"I suggested.

""Until the sun is down then we'll leave."Wirt answers.

"Can't w-w-wait for that."Finn groans.

BOOM!

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No one's POV

"Sir you have a hand written letter by miss Osto. Said to give it for only your eyes."

"Alright, leave."

Iron sits in his chair in a large green room filled with buttons, and various controls. The walls are windows. He looks up to see grey fog around him everywhere,"Who writes hand written letters anyways? Old fashioned witch."

He opens the letter, stripping the paper from inside out. His eye scans it, it reads,' Dear General Iron, I sended you some help. Thank me later. He's really tall, and deadly so you have to be careful with him. Here's his collar, a dream catcher. It will make you find him. Don't worry, he knows who you are. If it starts to swing in one direction the catcher will swing to that direction where he is. Note that he'll be your personal hound, he's looking for the boys ;) See you~ Madame Osto.'

With that, Iron's stone face curls into a bright smile. He slips out the wooden dream catcher from the nude colored envelope. It starts to swing, and the little skull rock in the middle starts to glow bright gold. The light leaking out of the sockets. "Is that a sign that he's found them?"

The general chuckles, and adds,"If so, then let's go meet them again."

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