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Out of sight, and out of earshot from formerly happy giggles, Suzu fiddled with the creaky bones of a new catch net, made only of sticks she could carry on her own and thus much less resilient in the push and drag of the heavy waves. She wished Swordfish had come back/ perhaps looking for her, or at least for answers- she could in the very least put him to work. 

The first distress call caused her to pause, and abandon her project. She sensed urgency but failed to summon the speed to arrive before Mireille broke through the surface, two of her children in tow. When she caught sight of them, the sodden cinnamon mother had pulled them to the shore, where they lay lifeless and limp. 

Had it even been a year since she’d pulled children from the ocean before? How cruel and unforgiving it was, to demand Mireille suffer such torment again! Suzu was breathless by the time she reached her aunt’s side, but not nearly as breathless as Lucette. Lafayette drew breath, but in a heavy slumber it seemed. 

”What can I do,” She stated. Now that there were two of them, Mireille might have a chance to tend to one while Suzu attended the other.