Issac felt awful, knowing that his brief sentimental notions caused the others harm. He had lived with the curse for his whole life, but subjecting others to the madness that he survived daily was another storm. "My apologies," he said with a bow. "I did not mean for you all to become entangled in my plans." Sasayaki swayed back and forth anxiously as the others found their way back to the ship. For the most part, he let her be her own person, being alone for so long, but Issac knew even untrained dogs eventually had to learn their manors when taken inside. He wrapped his arm to the base of her chain, reeling here in. "And she is sorry too." "Don't tell me how to feel," she screeched, trying to tug away like an overtired toddler. "I'm. Not. A. Toy." "Never," he said with a smile. "You're the only friend durable enough for me to keep, and I'm sorry I had to curse you with self-awareness." He felt the chain loosen, sulking down over his shoulder, the head of the chain snugly across his back. "I don't know you, but I want you, all the more for that." He started. "Words fall through me," Sasa joined, he previous hostility easing with every word. "Always fool me, and I can't react" Issac smiled again, wondering what a world without her would have been like, even though it was looking like that would was more and amore possible with the new arrivals. Despite them all, he couldn't imagine abandoning his troubled child, not even if it cost him everything; Issac just kept smiling as the took them both. "And games that never amount, to more than they're meant, will play themselves out." Just as the chouse hit, he could feel the massive hands to the strange new captain on both of their shoulders and join in with low bellow of an overgrown mouth. "Take this sinking boat and point it home, We've still got time, Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice, You'll make it nowwwwwwwwwwwww." "Brings be back," Bighead said with the manlyiest single tear that seemed to catch ever ounce of sunlight. "But a man needs adventure! A man needs to roam the sea free! A man doesn't have time sunday morning brunch!" Bighead turned to Issac, picking him to his level by the shoulders. "Do you know what's in brunch, Lucky. Do you know!? It's all carbs! ALL OF IT! WHERE ARE THE GAINS?" He shook, clearly reliving some hidden baggage. "Nowhere," he finally said, putting him down. "Nowhere." Issac didn't know what a carb was, but was just happy someone called him by his chosen name. "Dam right, cap," he nodded eagerly. It was then that he noticed that the deck was quickly emptying, the others getting to rest after their dramatic entrances. He couldn't know for sure, but he suspect that he might like these new crewmates, and their unique quirks, but Issac needed to see them alive long enough to get attached. "No what, sir." Captain Bighead smiled, clearly having a plan in mind. "If you're strong enough to keep such a powerful weapon in line, you're strong enough to steer this ship." He pointed to the rear of the boat, seemingly pieced together after a series of unfortunate events. Klank wan't to stock up, so bring us somewhere safe," he smirked. "Somewhere safe," he nodded. "Right, I can totally do that." Issac couldn't be truly believed that if he had tried hard enough, he could get lucky and find the perfect island to prove his worth. He dodged the slippery sections of the deck as he made his way to the helm, softly resting his hands on the new burden. "Somewhere safe," he said one last time, turning the wheel with no map, no point of reference, and no idea how to operate a ship of that size. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Meanwhile, back on the island, a mysterious woman appears. The island is deserted, with the exception of a single bottle and a note attached to it. "Got the milk, but I just realized that we didn't have any glasses. Going to store to find something really amazing. Can't wait for brunch with your sisters. Always yours, Snugglebear Bighead II" The woman looks to her ship, a silhouette of characters watching from the shoreline. "Still playing hard to get, I see." The milk breaks in her hand, cold fluid running down as she grins. "I do love our little foreplay, but it's time to come home, Snugglebear."