“Arlong !” The shark looked really proud for someone who could be squished under a boot anyday. “And your ancestors sent me to keep an eye on you.” More like, he had the best plan to serve his own motives. His eyes scanned her as he tilted his head. “We might have a lot of work ahead…”
Her brows creased into a frown, but she didn’t comment it. Was she going to accept advice from a talking shark that wasn’t bigger than one of her boots? —she literally had no other option. She sat down, looking at the tiny fish dubiously.
— ❝ Alright then, —so what’s the plan?❞
