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It was very warm and very damp, wherever he was, and the floor was quite soft - very pleasant and cushiony beneath him. Feeling around for a bit, he realized it was a tunnel. A very soft, very warm, and very moist tunnel. If it smelled of anything in particular, his nose must be long used to the smell as he couldn't notice anything - it triggered no response in his nose nor his ears.\n\n\tThe tunnel seemed to be sloped - he could feel his center of gravity and one end of the tunnel was definitely \"down\" while the other was \"up\". He decided to go uphill first, knowing that going back down would be easier if he encountered anything dangerous.\n\n\tIt wasn't long before he bumped his face painfully into a wall - seemingly made of a slightly firmer version of whatever the soft material the walls and floor of the tunnel consisted of. The whole place seemed to shudder and shake for a bit - he hadn't hit his head [i]that[/i] hard, had he?\n\n\tWell he wasn't going to get out of the tunnel this way, that was sure. He really liked the feel of the floor though, so he took his time feeling it with all four of his little hairless paws as he turned around and started walking. He got the distinct impression that the walls were pressing closer against him, then widening back up. What kind of tunnel was this?\n\n\tWell its smell wasn't giving him any clues, so out of curiosity he dipped his head down to floor level and gave it a cautious lick - salty if anything, and maybe a little sour. He had a feeling that he would generally describe its taste as unpleasant, but was somehow used to it. How long had he been here?\n\n\tFleet, for that was the mouse's name as he now remembered, concluded that any answers to this mystery would by their nature be solved more easily by exiting the tunnel than by pondering with no other information to go on. He pressed on, still feeling up the floor of the cave with his paws because it just felt so nice...the more he did, the more the walls seemed to move.\n\n\tMost of his joints felt stiff. He'd probably just slept too long - hopefully there were no predators around who could see in the dark while he was effectively stumbling around blind. Out of breath, Fleet laid down on his belly and panted for a few seconds.\n\n\t\"What've you gotten yourself into now, Fleet?\" the gray mouse asked himself. It didn't take an inordinately long time to start moving again, and when he did he moved slowly - both savoring the feel this cushiony ground gave to his paws and to reduce any sound he might be making. It turned out that he was only a tail's length away from the other end of the tunnel anyway, and his whiskers brushed against the other wall.\n\n\tFleet reached out a handpaw - definitely far softer than the other wall, a little softer than the floor if anything. He found that there was a seam down the middle and pressed against both sides of it with his two forepaws.\n\n\tBig mistake. Some seawater splashed in and pushed him back, the curtains closing themselves back up as soon as he let go. Is that why the place was so salty and wet? And what could be the hard area at the high end of the tunnel?\n\n\tFleet didn't have long to think before the ceiling became the floor, the entire tunnel spinning 180 degrees with him still inside of it. He fell down and landed softly on his back, exposing his white underbelly (not that anyone could see it in the dark).\n\n\tRegaining his bearings, he stood back up on his feet and wondered about this end of the tunnel, if it was safer than the other end. Before he had a lot of time to ponder this, his eyes were stung with a blinding light as the seam parted on its own - blinding dark driven away by blinding light.\n\n\tAfter a few seconds' hesitation, he was able to see both inside and outside. Outside was a clear blue sky and ocean. Inside was a soft red, as warm and inviting a color as it felt to touch. Fleet had enough of the warm tunnel for now though, so he stepped into the light - or at least poked his head out the door.\n\n\tHe smelled and heard the ocean at once. The fresh air felt invigorating. His eyes told of something else.\n\n\tBig, brown, hairy legs with water sliding off the oil-slicked fur and a long, long tail that tapered to a point. Must be at least half the size of a human, if not more, whoever these legs belong to!\n\n\t[i]Duh[/i], Fleet thought to himself, realizing what tunnel he was still most of the way into. He was as embarrassed as he was aroused, but didn't have much time to ponder either idea as the woman he was riding in (a brown otter, more specifically) called out to him.\n\n\t\"Ahoy, captain!\" she said with an all too appropriate West Country accent. \"I trust ye slept well in yer quarters? I was about ta catch me dinner when I felt ye stirring below deck and knew I'd need ta surface so ye wouldn't drown when the hatch was opened.\"\n\n\tFleet was a little confused. He looked closer than the legs and saw a large, flippered handpaw spreading out the flesh near the entrance his head was currently poking out of. He pulled himself out to the waist as she let go, sliding himself carefully and twisting himself in order to look upwards. She giggled a little with every movement he made against her, however small.\n\n\tSeeing a knob, he grabbed onto that and pulled himself upward using it. She splashed her handpaws into the water at her sides, kicked a little, and wagged her tail. \"Careful with the helm, Captain! Ye knows I have a hard time steerin' if ye mess with it~\"\n\n\t\"Like an angel, that voice\" he said when he'd at last pulled himself up. He clambered onto her ample belly and looked her in the face - a quite attractive otter in the prime of her life, wearing a black leather patch over her left eye.\n\n\t\"Oh Captain Fleet,\" she said with a smile, \"Yer such a charmer.\" She would have blushed if it could be seen through thick brown fur.\n\n\tFleet sat down, a bit confused, with his tail laying across his hind feet. She sure seemed to know him, and she [i]felt[/i] very familiar, and yet he didn't really remember her.\n\n\tShe smiled - her mouth was full of sharp teeth that could easily tear his little body to pieces. She'd just mentioned being about to eat not long ago, having abandoned that to attend to him. Out here on the open sea, he was completely helpless - mice are terrible swimmers at the best of times, so far as mammals go, and his joints ached a bit as it was.\n\n\tSomehow the fact that she could so easily and casually end his life felt assuring. He knew it meant he was safe - if she wanted to eat him, she would have. There was no way that she meant him harm, as evidenced by his not being harmed.\n\n\tShe seemed to read the general gist of the thoughts he was having well enough. She laughed and teased him. \"Afraid of a dainty lass like me, Captain? Ye were a lot bolder at the pub back when ye met yer Sloop. Aye, I could smell the fear on ye when ye asked me ta dance, but ye didn't show it then. Ye was such a brave mouse, how could I say nay?\"\n\n\tThere was a very warm tone of affection in her voice and her soft smile. When her mouth closed, her fangs still stuck out over her lower lip. Each one was as long as one of Fleet's forearms. Sloop was her name, then? It was a nice name, seemed to suit her pretty well.\n\n\t\"How long ago was that, Sloop?\" Fleet asked the otter, \"My memory's a bit hazy.\"\n\n\t\"Oh, it was about five years ago, Captain\" she said, \"I've explained this all in detail a couple times this month, but it'll never get old, unlike you. Yarr, it's me favorite love story, and not just because we're the stars of it!\"\n\n\tOld? How could he be old? \"Mice don't usually get old. Slow up a little and someone eats you...\"\n\n\tLetting out a deep laugh that shook her belly and tossed Fleet around on it a bit, Sloop said \"That's exactly what ye said a week ago! Same exact sentence! Yea, mice don't usually live very long, means I've been doin' a bang-up job keepin' ye safe, dunnit?\"\n\n\tFleet stood on all fours and grasped her belly fur firmly with his forepaws, in case she laughed again. So he'd met her five years ago at a pub, probably the sort where rough seafaring folk go to hang out, and been so bold as to ask her to dance. Given where he'd just gotten out of, he had to make sure of something specific.\n\n\t\"I married you, didn't I Sloop?\"\n\n\t\"At yer insistence, Captain! I asked ye fer somethin' more casual-like the way most otters do it, but ye insisted that we just [i]had[/i] ta be married proper in a Church first, or by another captain out at sea. After months of me askin' and ye insistin', eventually ye bested my iron will and nevar before nor since have I been so happy to capitulate!\"\n\n\t\"And copulate, I take it.\"\n\n\tShe winked with her one exposed eye, cocking her head to the side slightly to exaggerate it.\n\n\tHe relaxed a little, the tip of his tail resting inside her navel, of all the weird placements for him to wind up. \"You must've been my first, if I was as insistent on that as you say.\"\n\n\tShe nodded. \"Aye, Captain! Regretfully ye weren't my first - I tried a couple otter blokes afore I met ye, an' all at once ye blew them out o' the water, but they made ye a wee bit disappointin' in some ways?\"\n\n\tMomentarily thinking about the sheer [i]size[/i] a male otter would have been compared to him, he nodded.\n\n\tShe went on \"Glad thing none o' them made a mother of me though! Ye were a better father than any otter I've ever heard of, Captain.\"\n\n\tCaptivated by her words and deeply invested in the story, Fleet smiled brightly at the thought of having been a good father. \"Do go on! I want to hear all about this - mice tend not to make for very good fathers either, from what little I still remember.\"\n\n\t\"Ye were a Church mouse, ye said, raised poor but also instructed firmly and listenin' ta the parson's sermons with a vested interest. Ye made sure all of our pups got baptised and since an otter can really only raise one pup at a time, ye had the [i]brilliant[/i] idea ta leave any more'n that in a litter near a Zoo, ta be raised and cared for by humans. Otters with the tails o' mice, otters with the ears o' mice, otters with the smiles o' mice! More'n half our pups grew into prosperous performers in those aquariums, an' the rest, well, they got it even [i]better[/i] because ye was directly involved in raisin' them.\"\n\n\t[i]Of course[/i] humans would take to something as traditionally 'cute' as a mouse/otter hybrid. And it must be a very novel thing, Fleet figured, as most animals seem to just stick with mating with their own kind. He wondered a little if he had been attracted to Sloop first for her personality (which he greatly adored even now, as if he were meeting her for the first time in his old age) or if it was something more physical. Maybe even just to prove how brave he could be to someone else who was afraid of her?\n\n\tFleet had let go of her belly fur and paced around on her a bit as she talked. He explored almost everywhere more than two inches from the edges, not wanting to fall off.\n\n\tSloop continued singing his praises. \"Oh ye [i]disciplined[/i] them, even though most of 'em was bigger than you from the day they was born. True captain o' the household! All the daughters ye raised insisted their husbands stick around, and all yer sons went on to insist on marryin' their wives. Some o' them did things in a different order 'an we did,\" she said wryly, \"But yer sons [i]always[/i] took efforts to make things right in the eyes o' God.\"\n\n\t\"Sure sounds like I accomplished a lot for a mouse.\"\n\n\t\"'No better than any father should try' ye said, but also 'far better than many get, regrettably'. Can ye imagine a world where all, or even [i]most[/i] men were half as committed as ye were, Captain? I've ne'er even seen my own, nor did me mum bother ta remember his name! Yer life's gonna be short, like all mice get, but ye worked at somethin' great and accomplished it. A whole fleet o' otters whose families aren't broken! Ye got children, grandchildren, and even some great grandchildren on the way, all in one big family that [i]knows[/i] each other.\"\n\n\tThe mouse paused a bit. \"A fleet of Fleets?\"\n\n\t\"Bingo, Captain! Yer mum wasn't thinkin' nautically when she named ye, but it sure worked out pretty well all the same. If ye'd been given the long-form of the name [i]Fleetfeets[/i] the pun just wouldn't have worked, ye said last year.\"\n\n\tThe mouse pondered on his own mortality for a bit. At least six years old, possibly seven or even eight by now, he was going to last a lot longer than most mice but not forever.\n\n\tHead low, he asked \"Not to dampen the mood, but we've made arrangements for when I die, haven't we?\"\n\n\t\"Verra simple ones, Captain. Ye insisted even afore the wedding we make it clear what's gonna be done. I'm gonna bury ye at sea - after makin' sure no fish or seagulls or anything gets ta desecrate yer body. And at the same time, I eats my favorite fish while I'm a blubberin' over yer soul going up to the great beach resort in the sky...\"\n\n\tShe looked about as sad at this as he felt - definitely [i]surely[/i] and truly she cared deeply about him. And yet, her mouth and eye had lit up when she mentioned preventing his body from being desecrated before burial at sea - it didn't take a lot for him to realize what this was a euphemism for, and really she couldn't help herself being a predator anyway.\n\n\tHe gave her a reassuring nuzzle. She reached a flippered hand over and started petting him, stroking a finger across his head, neck, and back.\n\n\tAfter a bit of this, she said \"And nae, I've never eaten a mouse afore Captain. I might've that day I met ye, out of curiosity, if'n ye didn't impress me with yer bravado. Ye'd probably have gotten away if I was intent on it though, not much of a runner on land here and ye'd dodged or outwitted plenty o' landlubber preds.\"\n\n\tAfter a time of resting together, Sloop's stomach started to rumble and Fleet started to dose off. She grasped him gendly in her handpaw and his two eyes met her one.\n\n\tThe otter said \"I think it's time to return to yer cabin, Captain. An' I brought somethin' fer ye ta eat on this voyage too.\"\n\n\tFleet smiled softly and said \"I'm looking forward to hearing all about how great a husband and father I've been again the next time I forget, though I'm afraid I'll have forgotten I was looking forward to it by then too.\"\n\n\tWith her other handpaw, Fleet pulled something out of her otter pocket - a small packet of saltine crackers (which had been crushed to crumbs). She set Fleet on the base of her tail, tore open a corner of the pouch, and then used one hand to open the door and indicate he should enter. Once he was most of the way in, she pushed him the rest of the way with the hand she was holding the crackers in, putting those in with him.\n\n\tSatisfied Captain Fleet was safe and provisioned, she dove back into the waters to catch a fish.[/quote]\n\nI really need an explicit picture of these two...","description_bbcode_parsed":"[quote]\tThe mouse woke up in the dark. It was very warm and very damp, wherever he was, and the floor was quite soft - very pleasant and cushiony beneath him. Feeling around for a bit, he realized it was a tunnel. A very soft, very warm, and very moist tunnel. If it smelled of anything in particular, his nose must be long used to the smell as he couldn't notice anything - it triggered no response in his nose nor his ears.

\tThe tunnel seemed to be sloped - he could feel his center of gravity and one end of the tunnel was definitely "down" while the other was "up". He decided to go uphill first, knowing that going back down would be easier if he encountered anything dangerous.

\tIt wasn't long before he bumped his face painfully into a wall - seemingly made of a slightly firmer version of whatever the soft material the walls and floor of the tunnel consisted of. The whole place seemed to shudder and shake for a bit - he hadn't hit his head that hard, had he?

\tWell he wasn't going to get out of the tunnel this way, that was sure. He really liked the feel of the floor though, so he took his time feeling it with all four of his little hairless paws as he turned around and started walking. He got the distinct impression that the walls were pressing closer against him, then widening back up. What kind of tunnel was this?

\tWell its smell wasn't giving him any clues, so out of curiosity he dipped his head down to floor level and gave it a cautious lick - salty if anything, and maybe a little sour. He had a feeling that he would generally describe its taste as unpleasant, but was somehow used to it. How long had he been here?

\tFleet, for that was the mouse's name as he now remembered, concluded that any answers to this mystery would by their nature be solved more easily by exiting the tunnel than by pondering with no other information to go on. He pressed on, still feeling up the floor of the cave with his paws because it just felt so nice...the more he did, the more the walls seemed to move.

\tMost of his joints felt stiff. He'd probably just slept too long - hopefully there were no predators around who could see in the dark while he was effectively stumbling around blind. Out of breath, Fleet laid down on his belly and panted for a few seconds.

\t"What've you gotten yourself into now, Fleet?" the gray mouse asked himself. It didn't take an inordinately long time to start moving again, and when he did he moved slowly - both savoring the feel this cushiony ground gave to his paws and to reduce any sound he might be making. It turned out that he was only a tail's length away from the other end of the tunnel anyway, and his whiskers brushed against the other wall.

\tFleet reached out a handpaw - definitely far softer than the other wall, a little softer than the floor if anything. He found that there was a seam down the middle and pressed against both sides of it with his two forepaws.

\tBig mistake. Some seawater splashed in and pushed him back, the curtains closing themselves back up as soon as he let go. Is that why the place was so salty and wet? And what could be the hard area at the high end of the tunnel?

\tFleet didn't have long to think before the ceiling became the floor, the entire tunnel spinning 180 degrees with him still inside of it. He fell down and landed softly on his back, exposing his white underbelly (not that anyone could see it in the dark).

\tRegaining his bearings, he stood back up on his feet and wondered about this end of the tunnel, if it was safer than the other end. Before he had a lot of time to ponder this, his eyes were stung with a blinding light as the seam parted on its own - blinding dark driven away by blinding light.

\tAfter a few seconds' hesitation, he was able to see both inside and outside. Outside was a clear blue sky and ocean. Inside was a soft red, as warm and inviting a color as it felt to touch. Fleet had enough of the warm tunnel for now though, so he stepped into the light - or at least poked his head out the door.

\tHe smelled and heard the ocean at once. The fresh air felt invigorating. His eyes told of something else.

\tBig, brown, hairy legs with water sliding off the oil-slicked fur and a long, long tail that tapered to a point. Must be at least half the size of a human, if not more, whoever these legs belong to!

\tDuh, Fleet thought to himself, realizing what tunnel he was still most of the way into. He was as embarrassed as he was aroused, but didn't have much time to ponder either idea as the woman he was riding in (a brown otter, more specifically) called out to him.

\t"Ahoy, captain!" she said with an all too appropriate West Country accent. "I trust ye slept well in yer quarters? I was about ta catch me dinner when I felt ye stirring below deck and knew I'd need ta surface so ye wouldn't drown when the hatch was opened."

\tFleet was a little confused. He looked closer than the legs and saw a large, flippered handpaw spreading out the flesh near the entrance his head was currently poking out of. He pulled himself out to the waist as she let go, sliding himself carefully and twisting himself in order to look upwards. She giggled a little with every movement he made against her, however small.

\tSeeing a knob, he grabbed onto that and pulled himself upward using it. She splashed her handpaws into the water at her sides, kicked a little, and wagged her tail. "Careful with the helm, Captain! Ye knows I have a hard time steerin' if ye mess with it~"

\t"Like an angel, that voice" he said when he'd at last pulled himself up. He clambered onto her ample belly and looked her in the face - a quite attractive otter in the prime of her life, wearing a black leather patch over her left eye.

\t"Oh Captain Fleet," she said with a smile, "Yer such a charmer." She would have blushed if it could be seen through thick brown fur.

\tFleet sat down, a bit confused, with his tail laying across his hind feet. She sure seemed to know him, and she felt very familiar, and yet he didn't really remember her.

\tShe smiled - her mouth was full of sharp teeth that could easily tear his little body to pieces. She'd just mentioned being about to eat not long ago, having abandoned that to attend to him. Out here on the open sea, he was completely helpless - mice are terrible swimmers at the best of times, so far as mammals go, and his joints ached a bit as it was.

\tSomehow the fact that she could so easily and casually end his life felt assuring. He knew it meant he was safe - if she wanted to eat him, she would have. There was no way that she meant him harm, as evidenced by his not being harmed.

\tShe seemed to read the general gist of the thoughts he was having well enough. She laughed and teased him. "Afraid of a dainty lass like me, Captain? Ye were a lot bolder at the pub back when ye met yer Sloop. Aye, I could smell the fear on ye when ye asked me ta dance, but ye didn't show it then. Ye was such a brave mouse, how could I say nay?"

\tThere was a very warm tone of affection in her voice and her soft smile. When her mouth closed, her fangs still stuck out over her lower lip. Each one was as long as one of Fleet's forearms. Sloop was her name, then? It was a nice name, seemed to suit her pretty well.

\t"How long ago was that, Sloop?" Fleet asked the otter, "My memory's a bit hazy."

\t"Oh, it was about five years ago, Captain" she said, "I've explained this all in detail a couple times this month, but it'll never get old, unlike you. Yarr, it's me favorite love story, and not just because we're the stars of it!"

\tOld? How could he be old? "Mice don't usually get old. Slow up a little and someone eats you..."

\tLetting out a deep laugh that shook her belly and tossed Fleet around on it a bit, Sloop said "That's exactly what ye said a week ago! Same exact sentence! Yea, mice don't usually live very long, means I've been doin' a bang-up job keepin' ye safe, dunnit?"

\tFleet stood on all fours and grasped her belly fur firmly with his forepaws, in case she laughed again. So he'd met her five years ago at a pub, probably the sort where rough seafaring folk go to hang out, and been so bold as to ask her to dance. Given where he'd just gotten out of, he had to make sure of something specific.

\t"I married you, didn't I Sloop?"

\t"At yer insistence, Captain! I asked ye fer somethin' more casual-like the way most otters do it, but ye insisted that we just had ta be married proper in a Church first, or by another captain out at sea. After months of me askin' and ye insistin', eventually ye bested my iron will and nevar before nor since have I been so happy to capitulate!"

\t"And copulate, I take it."

\tShe winked with her one exposed eye, cocking her head to the side slightly to exaggerate it.

\tHe relaxed a little, the tip of his tail resting inside her navel, of all the weird placements for him to wind up. "You must've been my first, if I was as insistent on that as you say."

\tShe nodded. "Aye, Captain! Regretfully ye weren't my first - I tried a couple otter blokes afore I met ye, an' all at once ye blew them out o' the water, but they made ye a wee bit disappointin' in some ways?"

\tMomentarily thinking about the sheer size a male otter would have been compared to him, he nodded.

\tShe went on "Glad thing none o' them made a mother of me though! Ye were a better father than any otter I've ever heard of, Captain."

\tCaptivated by her words and deeply invested in the story, Fleet smiled brightly at the thought of having been a good father. "Do go on! I want to hear all about this - mice tend not to make for very good fathers either, from what little I still remember."

\t"Ye were a Church mouse, ye said, raised poor but also instructed firmly and listenin' ta the parson's sermons with a vested interest. Ye made sure all of our pups got baptised and since an otter can really only raise one pup at a time, ye had the brilliant idea ta leave any more'n that in a litter near a Zoo, ta be raised and cared for by humans. Otters with the tails o' mice, otters with the ears o' mice, otters with the smiles o' mice! More'n half our pups grew into prosperous performers in those aquariums, an' the rest, well, they got it even better because ye was directly involved in raisin' them."

\tOf course humans would take to something as traditionally 'cute' as a mouse/otter hybrid. And it must be a very novel thing, Fleet figured, as most animals seem to just stick with mating with their own kind. He wondered a little if he had been attracted to Sloop first for her personality (which he greatly adored even now, as if he were meeting her for the first time in his old age) or if it was something more physical. Maybe even just to prove how brave he could be to someone else who was afraid of her?

\tFleet had let go of her belly fur and paced around on her a bit as she talked. He explored almost everywhere more than two inches from the edges, not wanting to fall off.

\tSloop continued singing his praises. "Oh ye disciplined them, even though most of 'em was bigger than you from the day they was born. True captain o' the household! All the daughters ye raised insisted their husbands stick around, and all yer sons went on to insist on marryin' their wives. Some o' them did things in a different order 'an we did," she said wryly, "But yer sons always took efforts to make things right in the eyes o' God."

\t"Sure sounds like I accomplished a lot for a mouse."

\t"'No better than any father should try' ye said, but also 'far better than many get, regrettably'. Can ye imagine a world where all, or even most men were half as committed as ye were, Captain? I've ne'er even seen my own, nor did me mum bother ta remember his name! Yer life's gonna be short, like all mice get, but ye worked at somethin' great and accomplished it. A whole fleet o' otters whose families aren't broken! Ye got children, grandchildren, and even some great grandchildren on the way, all in one big family that knows each other."

\tThe mouse paused a bit. "A fleet of Fleets?"

\t"Bingo, Captain! Yer mum wasn't thinkin' nautically when she named ye, but it sure worked out pretty well all the same. If ye'd been given the long-form of the name Fleetfeets the pun just wouldn't have worked, ye said last year."

\tThe mouse pondered on his own mortality for a bit. At least six years old, possibly seven or even eight by now, he was going to last a lot longer than most mice but not forever.

\tHead low, he asked "Not to dampen the mood, but we've made arrangements for when I die, haven't we?"

\t"Verra simple ones, Captain. Ye insisted even afore the wedding we make it clear what's gonna be done. I'm gonna bury ye at sea - after makin' sure no fish or seagulls or anything gets ta desecrate yer body. And at the same time, I eats my favorite fish while I'm a blubberin' over yer soul going up to the great beach resort in the sky..."

\tShe looked about as sad at this as he felt - definitely surely and truly she cared deeply about him. And yet, her mouth and eye had lit up when she mentioned preventing his body from being desecrated before burial at sea - it didn't take a lot for him to realize what this was a euphemism for, and really she couldn't help herself being a predator anyway.

\tHe gave her a reassuring nuzzle. She reached a flippered hand over and started petting him, stroking a finger across his head, neck, and back.

\tAfter a bit of this, she said "And nae, I've never eaten a mouse afore Captain. I might've that day I met ye, out of curiosity, if'n ye didn't impress me with yer bravado. Ye'd probably have gotten away if I was intent on it though, not much of a runner on land here and ye'd dodged or outwitted plenty o' landlubber preds."

\tAfter a time of resting together, Sloop's stomach started to rumble and Fleet started to dose off. She grasped him gendly in her handpaw and his two eyes met her one.

\tThe otter said "I think it's time to return to yer cabin, Captain. An' I brought somethin' fer ye ta eat on this voyage too."

\tFleet smiled softly and said "I'm looking forward to hearing all about how great a husband and father I've been again the next time I forget, though I'm afraid I'll have forgotten I was looking forward to it by then too."

\tWith her other handpaw, Fleet pulled something out of her otter pocket - a small packet of saltine crackers (which had been crushed to crumbs). She set Fleet on the base of her tail, tore open a corner of the pouch, and then used one hand to open the door and indicate he should enter. Once he was most of the way in, she pushed him the rest of the way with the hand she was holding the crackers in, putting those in with him.

\tSatisfied Captain Fleet was safe and provisioned, she dove back into the waters to catch a fish.[/quote]

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