Part of Your World (Disney Twisted Tales) - Liz Braswell Page 0,53
over a week now for an answer!"
A barracuda towered over the throne in a way Sebastian was pretty- sure he wouldn't have if Ariel had been sitting there, voice or no. The little crab glanced nervously at the guards: one a mer, one a surprisingly large weever fish with venomous spmes. The two exchanged a look that was certainly not respectful, but nevertheless leaned in protectively-, the tips of their spears commg close enough to touch above his head.
The barracuda scooted backward—but recovered himself quickly.
Fortunately- there weren't many there to observe the scene; it was late m the tide and even the most dogged petitioners had gone home to wait until the next day. Or have dinner. Or do something civilized, because they are civilized people, unlike this shiny-scaled bully.
Threll and Klios, the dolphin amanuensis, floated on the dais, but otherwise the throne area was empty except for a few cleaning sardines and some planktonic jellyfish that couldn't fight against the current enough to leave. Dark water curved overhead m a deep turquoise dome, full and empty as the sea always was before a storm. Despite the guards, Sebastian felt very, very alone.
"My boys took care of the wreck," the barracuda said defensively. "We cleaned up everything real good. Now it's time for you guys to hold up your end of the deal."
"Royalty doesn't 'hold up' 'ends of deals,'" Sebastian said haughtily; emboldened by the sharp spears overhead.
"Especially when the vendor is askmg for far more than what was originally agreed," the amanuensis muttered, looking over a row of figures on his tablet.
"If Ariel was here: she would deal with me fairly." The barracuda opened his mouth a crack: a move that usually foretold a strike.
"Oh, she would deal with you fairly, all right," Sebastian said menacingly, snapping a claw at the fish. "Be glad it is me and not her dealing with you. Now go away, and maybe if you're lucky I'll see you another week." The barracuda gnashed his teeth, and with a last warning flip of his tail, angrily swam off.
The moment he was gone Sebastian collapsed on the armrest, a little tickticktick pile of exoskeleton and claws and sad eyes. "What are we going to do?" he moaned. "If Ariel doesn't return soon the whole kmgdom is going to collapse." "One annoyed barracuda does not a collapsed kmgdom make," Threll said with a sniff.
The amanuensis saluted them and swam off mto the depths, done for the evening. The little seahorse followed suit. Sebastian raised a weary claw in goodbye. "What's with everyone being so mopey-looking?" Flounder asked, scootmg m from the side.
"FLOUNDER!" Sebastian leapt up in excitement. He looked behind the fish, back and forth, eagerly scanning the sea. "How is she? Where is she? Does she have King Triton?" Flounder stopped where he was m the water, hovering there. "Uh...no. She hasn't found him yet. And she's not with me. She's...um...made progress, but still has...some work to do...." Sebastian frowned at the large, brightly colored fish. "Flounder. You are lying to me about something." "Me? No. Nope."
Sebastian clicked slowly, sideways, up to the fish. Hunting.
"Is she...really all right? Did you lose her? Has something happened?"
At has something happened, Flounder's face began to swell. He felt all the blood rush to his front and swished his tail to try to stay calm. He wouldn't betray her. He wouldn't. "I didn't lose her," he said tightly. That was true, at least.
"Yet you are not with her. You are supposed to be with her. If she is not here, you should not be here, either. You should be there. With her. Protecting her."
"I don't know how much good I could do protecting the Queen of the Sea," Flounder said, a little archly. "She sent me back to give you an update, Sebastian. Scuttle and his, uh, great-grandgull are keeping an eye on her on the land."
"YOU LEFT HER FATE TO A PAIR OF SEAGULLS?"
"Settle down, Sebastian. She's fine. More than fine. And she's not a helpless little mer anymore—even you should see that. These things just take time." "Well, I hope the)- don't take too much more time," came a voice from behind them.
Attina hovered m the water, arms crossed. The look on her face was as spiky as the decorations that stuck out from her thick auburn hair.
"I want Daddy back," she announced grimly. "And failing that, I want someone ruling the kmgdom who can actually command a little respect around here."