Lina cringed, "Gross..." Shielding her mouth with her hand, she grumbled, "And what's with the colors?"

As a gust of wind tore through, Lina pulled up the hood of her coat, tucking her hands underneath her arms. Ignoring the weather, Macario leaned in, poking the fish and watching it struggle.

"I've got about five reasons you should let me go!" the fish argued.

Macario shrugged, "I really don't care too much..."

"First and foremost, if you let me go, your crew would be blessed with amazing fortune in the days to come!" Cold eye glancing around, he added, "You like you need it. Yeesh, look at this dump of a ship."

Lina growled, "We cleaned the hell out of it, thank you."