Getting anoyed with being constantly sticky on this little island so i call up some Strobing lightning melting all the sticky stuff off myself. This Wafflian accualy looks good when i think about what Notte whispers as "he?" aproches. Whispering back i clame that his hair is mine. Roccia elbows me in the side telling us to not eat anyone. With my stomach growling i rub it hoping to sooth the hunger pains. Just remembering who this pirate we killed was i am confused on why it matters. Not careing what he says i go over to the pool and try to find the fish i had saw.