🍸🥀Moonlight of Mine🏴☠️

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Wilbur watched out from the sea as the fresh noises of waves crashed against their group's ship, "Captain Wilbyyyy, can you please help me with the net?" His younger brother complained, Tommy was mostly troubled when he had to throw the net out for the fish at sea so they could survive and sell for gold or any kind of riches. "Techno, please take the wheel. Wilbur asked as his twin brother gladly took it as the other British brunette went out to help little brother. "It's so simple Tommy, don't know why you need so much damn help."

Wilbur was annoyed at how incapable he was of doing something by himself. It was the easiest job on the ship, though the other crew members were still sleeping as it was an early morning that the three were up. "Geez, now just hold onto this, I need to wake up everyone else. So please don't screw up." Wilbur asked as the blonde just scuffed and held onto the other net. Making his way to the chambers where everyone spelt except for him which was at his headquarters.

"L'manberg alarm!" The captain shouted as it alarmed the resting crew. Niki woke up slightly slower as she tried to move her frizzy messy pink hair. Jack was still slumped not moving his body as he looked at Wilbur. Tubbo and Ranboo were complaining and pushing each other about it. Then Fundy who wasn't really expecting such a scare while he was asleep. "What is it now Wil?" Niki groaned rubbing her tired eyes after last nights storm.

"We are heading up towards SMP. So I need everyone ready, but you are allowed to take your time. I just need you all up at least." Wilbur told everyone, as he left they began their daily routine. Once he was out of their chambers he saw Tommy struggling once again with the net. "Oh for L'manberg sake."

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Bubbles floated from the bottom of the sea to the top, tropical fish swimming around as some parts of humans were swimming around with them. Were they really humans though? "George! Where did you swim off to?!" His father Sam yelled out as many of his guards swarmed around him trying to find his son.

George was at the low sea level picking up dropped jewelry from ships that floated from the surface above. Beautiful pearl necklaces, and bracelets, anything that was shiny and decorative. "George, I can hear your father out here. We should really head back." Karl suggested that his best friend hated to see the young merman prince in trouble. "Oh come on! I'm doing something useful, I'm collecting old human junk that trashes our ocean! It's a great way to help around." George's accent pushed through his voice as he started to talk faster.

"What if it's the human part he gets angry about. Ponk won't defend you this time!" He said flashing out his purple mixed cyan shimmering fish tail at George. "You are absolutely no fun. I don't want to study about our history or take royal lessons. Being a prince is so dull nowadays. I want to explore, I need to see everything I want to see everything." George explained to Karl as he heard the story over and over how the prince wanted to see the world.

"Look, you may be my brother-in-law soon because you and my brother Quackity are a thing. But that doesn't mean you can boss me around. Don't even understand why I have to be king instead of him and you." His face scrunched up in annoyance knowing he won't get what he'll want. "I get it, you never wanted to be born into the system. Now let's go before your father rains hell over for the humans again." Karl dragged George along back to the kingdom as he held onto the jewels.

His pastel blue tail near the torso as it faded down to a dark blue at the tail. "George! Thank Poseidon you're ok. Where the hell were you!?" Sam was outraged again as he gripped onto his trident. "I was only with Karl collecting....stuff." George paused looking up at his father with the unimpressed expression he had. "I was...collecting human jewelry..." George said the truth as his father sighed. "George you know how I feel about you collecting and talking about human stuff and activities." Sam tried the last time to mention it as George snapped out from it.

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