Fish Tank

“Ugh, I'm tired....”

As soon as I got home, I flopped onto the bed.

Maybe because of the rocking ship, I felt twice as tired at sea as I did on land.

But tired or not, I had things to do. I headed straight for the fridge.

The black mage in the plastic bottle responded by scrunching up his eyeball.

[… I'm sick of hearing how cold it is.]

“Hang on. Once I sort out this story, I'll really move you then.”

I told the black mage what had happened during this climb.

The ghost fleet, the ghost captain's helm, and the lantern.

The black mage's eyeball scrunched up as he listened...