Just Another Day

Ryoichi rubbed up against Shanku's leg, nearly knocking her into the railing.

"We may become great friends," the cat said demurely and cocked his head a bit to the side to look up at her. "I do so love a fresh, floppy fish."

"Supply me with what I need and I will do the same," Shanku grinned.

"Consider it done," Ryoichi nodded and strode off with his head and tail high.

"He has access to the spears?" Shanku scratched her head in confusion.

"I guess since he can't use them, Cap'n doesn't care?" Turai shrugged. "And please, only fish. Don't stab anybody."

Shanku was quiet.

"Shanku!"

"Okay, okay, I won't," Shanku shook her head. Then she quickly pointed up at Turai, "But that doesn't mean I don't want to!"

"You may want to all you want, just don't do it," Turai shuddered. "You'll bring more trouble than you realize for us both!"

Ryoichi soon returned with a spear in his mouth. Shanku took it from him and flew out over the ocean as she had many times past on the Meriweather. For a moment, it seemed as though it all had been a bad dream. She was fortunate to see a school of fish nearby. Readying her spear, she dove a few times and skewered a small catch of fish. Ryoichi was prancing and pacing as cats are prone to do at the prospect of being fed and the three had themselves a nice meal.

So Shanku took her uncle's advice, and the cat's too, and played her role as was instructed. With fishing now an outlet, she had a way to vent her aggression and keep it from building as much inside her, much to Turai's relief and to Ryoichi's delight.