Blackwater Islands take me into your loving arms

With mommy issues abound, Whip truly didnt know what he wanted. There were times that Whip wanted the touch of another. Craved it more than anything else. Something, anything physical; tangible. It was a strange new thing he experianced. Something that came from age or his maturing body. Otherwise, most of the time Whip wanted to be alone. He fell victim to another long, bloated pause as he considered it. He shrugged his shoulders. "Yes," whispered Whip.

He cleared his throat and spoke again. This time, with more gusto. "Yes." He turned from the tidepool to look at Kalika. With a single step, Whip carefully tested the waters by drawing near to the Siren.