Blackwater Islands birds and stars

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"The -- the best one?" Whip asked, repeating Indie's directions back to her like some sort of parrot. With all the fish that lined the shore, finding the best of all would be a daunting task. Surely, Whip could find her a suitable fish... but the best? The creme of the crop? The 1%? That was a tall order even for some sort of fish sommelier. However the order came from the mouth of a siren, so it had to be fulfilled, no matter how daunting the task was. He then looked back to the beach behind him.

"Okay," Whip then said, nodding. He took to the shoreline and he left the siren to her solitude while he combed the beach.

It took a few moments, but finally Whip found an unblemished fish that had washed ashore the previous night. Nosing the body, Whip's inspection was thourough -- and while it may have not been the best fish on the beach, it was certainly suitable. So then, Whip took it by the tail in his mouth and he lifted it for Indie to see from where he stood on the beach. "Mhm?" he called out to her, voice muffled from a full mouth.