Apparently “Land ho!” also meant that they wanted to land there. I, obviously, did not realize that and kept true. That was a bad idea, and as the boat slowed to a stop on the shore of the beach, it yanked on Plume’s foot, stopping him and sending me flying face first into the sand.
I felt my stomach lurch as the ship rocked none-too-nicely on a big wave. I slapped a hand over my mouth and hoped that I would not embarrass myself with my lack of stomach control. Don’t throw up. Don’t throw up!
I was returned into Plume’s room, roughly shoved and locked in. I could barely react though, because as soon as I had entered, I was tackled by the ecstatic fire bird I’ve known to love and care for. He knocked me over, laying on top of me and nearly squishing all the breath out of my lungs. I laughed, petted him, and stroked him back with as vigour as he would let me. He cooed and melted in my arms.
“How many times do I have to tell you?” Isidore hissed when I was unceremoniously dropped in front of him. “Forcing Plume to carry you at such a young age will result in the over-development in his muscles, causing him to become deformed or mutated when he grows up.”