I'm a Stingray?

Chapter 61: Embrace

Considering the lacking stamina, they didn't travel more than 50 meters before the young stingray crashed on the sand encrusted coral and refused to move.

Thankfully he didn't faint but the boy would be close to it if they swam just another 50 meters.

But before he crashed on the sand, a little crack in the coral managed to capture the corner of his eye.

So after Osira was under a bit of panic, they made a decision of taking refuge in that crack.

Unlike on most corals he had explored, this crack had the entrance right on the very top. So it means that the formation was either cracked from a bigger being or was created like that naturally.

Either way it didn't bother them as taking refuge in it became the prime idea, the architectural values didn't really matter.

They struggled to climb in it at first, mainly because of Timmy having so little stamina and of course because the crack was high on top of this strange circle shaped coral.

Osira gave him a little push from underneath, just enough to give a little boost but she swam away after a couple of seconds once realising that the helping position was embarrassing.

Once reaching the crack they came to a certain realisation, it was big enough to fit these good hearted fish in but not big enough to have freedom of movement.

The crack slips down like a slide but just enough for them to fit in and escape the naked eye. The enemies would specifically have to poke their nose in this small crack in order to sense life inside.

Timmy slid in first and the grouper was short to follow. Silence struck for a good 5 minutes as these gentle beings took their much needed time to recover a tenth of their stamina.

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A bit after, the more than tough lady moved her head, pointing out. "We have to keep moving soon."

But noticed that Tim had fallen fast asleep already. Although he was a ruthless killer and a prodigy as well, the boy was still too young, of course sleep overwhelmed his senses now and then.

Wanting to slap him awake but finding the boy too cute for such a task, she just laid back on the coral flooring and murmured. "We have time to relax."

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About a couple of hours later, Osira opened her eyes and noticed one grand fact, she had fallen asleep.

But yet her surroundings felt too comfortable for people who had slept in a snug spot. Moving around just a little bit, the fine black nosed lady could feel a bit of flesh around her back.

Necessarily, it meant that the only other marine animal in this spot had embraced the lady with his short fin. In a way, he was hanging over the lady's back, acting like a big spoon although smaller than Osira.

Noticing that he was still asleep, the orange fish had a hunch that all of this was done unconsciously. Therefore she didn't wake the boy up with a vicious bite to demand an explanation.

But instead, slowly moved away and thought. "Please don't wake up now."

Later on she heard the only other animal here, yawning and letting out a little bubble. "Morning already."

Glad that his senses were dumb enough to not notice anything once waking up, Osira put that embarrassment led paranoia aside and stated the obvious. "It's literally midnight right now."

Direct, the young boy gave out half a complaint. "This life is weird. Can't even get a proper scheduled sleep."

But then realized that he was drowsy enough to say something that stupid, and instantly tried to counter it. "The marine life is hard."

Thankfully completely unaware that the boy across her hasn't yet adjusted to the marine life completely, she finds a motive to go against his word again. "It is. But that's how survival works, you know?"

"Yes." The stingray answered and spread his fins a little bit wider to do a stretch, gave out another little yawn too.

Direct, the blacktipped madwoman asked. "What happened down there? I saw a lot of tunafish in the crash, those can't be your friends."

Recalling such a problem the boy decided to express his distress with vocals that would even wake up a blue whale. "They aren't my friends at all, each of them wanted me dead, fish food!"

"Don't yell you moron!" The orange fish shouted out and had an urge to bash him against the head with that bull-like attack.

As the atmosphere sunk towards stress under these few seconds, after calming down, Osira continued her dig for information. "But what did you do to them? I saw them head for this den, that's why I'm here to begin with. It felt like their group was far bigger than ours."

Getting to the main point here, she added. "Just how did you enrage so many fish?"

"I didn't do anything to them really. Even the leader of theirs who is the most pissed with me, I didn't do anything to her. She's just evil." As much as he hated to admit these strings of words, nothing strayed away from facts.

His ego felt hurt due to being unable to land even one strike against Alba, yet she almost killed the boy and today tried to do it again.

As an even bigger problem, that old hag somehow got back to life and although a hunch curious, he did not want to understand just how that happened.

Understanding that this history might have deeper roots, she decided to cut the questions there. "Well that's sad, she's a bitch."

And instead laid out a new base of thoughts, queries. "So what will we do now?"

After taking a few seconds to shake off a tenth of his drowsiness, the boy recited. "We can't take on Alba's group right now so it's the best idea to continue what I came here for."

Speaking out for him, Osira added. "Recruitment and solidarity."