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Chapter 149 - Chapter 148: Family

Harbor bonfire's edge: Three shadows ringed.

Side-by-side huddle—shoulder warmth against chill night.

Fire warded bite; endurance edged.

Post-Den Den, Biera spun yarns.

Raid day: Salamander seized—yet boiler-tender Biera clung shipbound, devoted guard. No touch allowed.

That eve: Upstream drift—kid rescued. Anaguma.

Chaos town: No kin-trace—guilt gnawed, options nil. Raised her self.

Memory: Distant, vivid—yesterday raw.

Bitter-rich day: Kin lost, kin gained.

Biera wearied, yet gleamed—Anaguma safe. Calm timbre soothed.

Kir fire-fixed, ear-cocked—shoulders eased.

Neighbor: Town doc elder.

Biera-match frail; unhealth pallid, whitecoat-clad. Med-bag flank—raid-calm perch.

Hush stretched.

Sea mild-lapped: Soul-cleansed lull.

Odd trio savored.

Biera's close: Quiet bloomed.

No weight—peace held.

Doc broke:

"Pirates? Selfish breed. Town crawled ex-cons. Rough peace—daily dust-ups. Shitty spot."

"Not bummed—why?"

"Aye—minority me, but... Kinda satisfying. Those puffed geezers? Stewing. Pirate perk—rare win."

"Views shift—place, folk. Folks vary."

Kir crate-perch: Smile steady.

Pirates? No saints—but praise, thanks pop. Admirers too. Locale flips lens—no absolute. Ten takes, ten truths.

Town: Ghost-void. Hillside hamlet—most fled. Rest? Isle-jumped or wild-camped.

No souls stirred—chat unpricked.

Hush near-rebirth: Biera Kir-probed.

He: Pirate. Why dive?

"...Started awe. Woke comfy there—other paths? Nah. Quit-shots? Stuck this."

"Huh—quit bait?"

"Tried bail... Bossy pull yanked back."

Grin deepened: Eyes down.

Unseen lock-in. No alt-life. Guts req—when? Foggy.

Journey dawn: Crew-crave swelled.

Self-solo? Lonelier than guessed.

Dawn far: Sea-gaze sky-check—night long. Stars jewelled.

Reunite? Stretch.

Lone ache, fate-accepted: Kir rose.

Day-drain tugged. Rest prime.

Duo-noted: Shift propose.

Dock bivouac? Harsh. Hunt sound-roof—bunk worthy.

Duo up: Stride-start.

Pre-step: Sea-odd noise—Kir wheeled.

Night-shroud sparse-sight. But blaze-bathed: Massive missed not.

Sea-peek: Behemoth.

Closer crane: Gape—croc. Two-meter bulk. Maw agape, fangs gleamed; gray hide tough, slit-pupils night-glint. Half-jaw lolled—dopey stare Kir-locked.

Kir tilt: "Croc?"

Query void—croc statue-still.

Kir-sole focus—duo blind.

Dread prickled.

Whoever-what: Eyes locked—prey-pinned. Else? No stare-marathon.

Kir creep-back: Unseen.

Croc inch-forward.

Step-two? Dock-near—clamber-aim clear.

Worse vibe: Ignore nix.

Biera-doc clocked bulk—wary norm. Kir-focus? Blind—spare bandwidth nil.

"Wh-what? Us-target?"

"No local breed that."

"You two—back. Me-only watch since."

Snap-call: Kir duo-split.

Apart? Them spared. Hoped.

Seamless stride: Dock-loose, sea-vigil amped.

Croc tailed—swim-pursuit.

Duo-ignored: Kir-lock sole.

Far-enough halt: Face-off.

Bullseye bait—no bolt. Recall: Sudden interest echo—prior odd-meet.

Chill-spine: Doe-eyes evoked who—outer shell diff.

Prep grim: Kir sour-faced.

"Me—business? Else no stare-fest."

Murmur cue: Croc dove sudden.

Intent-miss: Kir flinch—halt unviable; daze-stuck.

Sub-dip: Seconds.

Puff-cheek return: Sea-gulp—spew-aim Kir-drench.

"Whoa?!"

Reflex kick-side: Roll-land sync.

Splash-crash: Deck-wet whip.

Touch? Lock-jam. Dodge gold—but gut-twist: Steer-clear type.

Wild beast—Perapera flaw-know?

Duo-target? Rethink. But croc Kir-hunt: Water-weak ploy sure. No chase, pick-prey, hassle? Nah.

Predator? Fang-snap easy.

No? Motive murk.

Evade-sense: Croc sub-vanish.

Tsk-soft: Kir braced—fight-mind set.

Round-two squirt?

Spit-force: Cannon-kin. Eyeball: No-hit rule—power aside.

Dodge-prior: Wide-scan, no-surprise.

But variance: Surfaced—leap-burst, sky-soar.

Droplet-trail: Instant over-Kir.

Mid-air spew.

"Shit."

Laser-stream incoming.

No-think leap: Near-miss roll. Pre-spot: Water-roar—unsea slam.

Splash-back? Droplet deluge.

Kir scramble-dodge: Frenzy-escape.

Croc dock-lunge: Thud-heavy plant.

King-stand: Amateur? Nah.

Kir rise-wait nix: Dash-leap close.

Twist-whip tail: Fury-sweep—Kir paper-shield arm-block.

Layer-thick: No-dodge—tail-met. Instant regret: Shock-wave arm-to-all. Iron-paper? Shred-nil.

Impact-heave: Port-warehouse crash—vanish puff.

"Kir?! What's—safe?!"

"Biera—danger. Us? Useless. Stay back best."

"Y-Yeah—but—"

"Rush? Hindrance. Wait smart."

Doc grip-Biera: Cool-hold.

Judgment sound: Flail-charge? Risk self—Kir-burden. Aid? Chance-hunt.

All-view? Nah. Night-thick, light-blind zone.

But boom-deafening—ignore nix. Biera fret fair.

Quake-eye Biera: Fist-clench wait.

Gasperde-slayer, duo-saver.

Debt-deep: No death-wish. Chance? Bolt-hold bust—rescue vow.

Now? Wait-pray sole—bitter guard dark-ward.

Kir rubble-kick: Emerge swift.

Bulk-mismatch: Scratches light. Garb-grime sole shift.

Wipe-mouth: Eyes hardened.

Fight-real: Switch flipped.

Dual-sword grip: Move-ready.

Full-throttle or bust. Mercy? Nah.

Resolve grim: But odd-hum next.

Wing-whirr: Ear-invade—loud-unnatural. Instant dread: Croc-front.

Norm-beast near-fight? No.

Rear-wheel: Confirm—behemoth frame.

Night-meld black: Raven—two-meter span. Stealth-form threat-pure.

Spot: Kir flinch-scowl.

"Raven? Two-on-one."

Caw-thunder: Wing-beat charge.

Human-slow? Nah—beak-blur. Wind-chill spine-freeze: Terror legit.

Snap-turn: Cross-guard brace.

Felt-faster: Sight-tease. Blink: Here—wing, not beak. Stretch-slam: Lift-off.

Brace-stomp? Feeble—airborne toss.

Shock-denied reset: Raven over-shot—Kir sail unchecked.

Light-frame: Halt-hard.

But end-path? Obvious dread.

Fly-Kir: Croc pounce-met.

Full-leap: Jaw-shut club—down-swing.

Bullseye: Body bashed—spine-crash deck. Breath-lock; haze-fringe. Agony-slow: No still. Pre-chase-rise: Kir croc-slash lunge.

Twirl-blade spin: Top-iron edge. Hide-crack sure.

But flop: Croc hop-evade.

Timing gold—foe-gap nailed.

Dodge? Vet-edge, read-sharp, beast-brawn? Whatev—whiff left Kir bare.

Shock-face: Unthought—quake full.

Gap-miss? Raven swoop.

Wing-graze pass: No tuck—tumble roll.

"Guh...!? Damn—strength nuts. Both too quick."

Ire-bare growl.

No fair-fight. Exchanges screamed.

But mercy? Nah.

Raven circle: Croc throne-stare. Duo war-eyes Kir-pinned.

(Fair-brawl? Loss. Link-tight. Focus-one? Interrupt sure. Split 'em...?)

Cool-break: Escape-map. Desp now—crew-miss doom-thought.

Spot-on hunch.

Seal: Sea-new bulk.

Dock-clamber: Shake-splash—polar bear. Donny—Navy-snatch vet.

Sight-confirm: Knowing locked.

"Ah—knew it."

Drift-murmur: Daze-tinge.

Doe-eyes Kir: Wave-joy.

"Guessed alt—but hit? One motive."

Shrug-query: Donny brace-match duo. Fight-will bold. Diff-wish? Imagined true.

Sigh-shake: Kir resigned.

No easy out.

Self-scram sole path.

Stance-drop: Read-move—

Instant: Dive-rear raven-rush.

Kir eye-max: Dodge-doom.

Beak-spine smash: No-react—air-lift.

Croc catch: Jaw-shelf ride—back-arch fling: Sky-toss high.

Donny mid-wait: Intercept-hug tight. Flip-reverse: Crown-dive sea-ward.

"Whoa—wait—!"

Yelp-late.

Pillar-plunge: Duo dark-submerged.

Water-cloak: Power-drain.

Mouth-clamp hold: Breath-barrel short—ache unyield.

Limit-crack: Bubble-burst. Gulp-flood: Face-twist, haze-deep.

Surf Donny: Kick-up—face-break.

Cough-rack: Limp-slump—near-miss gasp.

"Geh—eh! Hah... Again this."

Soak-sag: Paper-mire lock. Swim-curse double. Stuck-self? Nil.

Done.

Donny pat-head: Fond-groom. Beam pure.

Swim-set: Isle-fade.

Croc dive-flank: Raven dirge-match.

Kir fate-guess: Scowl-wilt.

Trio carted: Crisp exit.

Biera lean-yell: Halt-doubt.

Doc head-shake: Give-up mask.

"Ki—Kir! Where they..."

"Sigh—what mess. No chase now."

"But—fresh-save... Wait! Bug—crew-call—damn, no dial!"

Fret-Biera: Fading specs shrink.

Reach-nil. Aid-void.

Regret-stare sole—ill-free freeze.

Donny-haul: Kir sky-gaze.

Eyes dull: Self-loath tint.

"Hey—where? Crew-meet queued."

Query-mute: No peep.

Lone-sad, more mourn: Sea-bite onward.

"Trouble..."

Resigned shut-eye.

No fight? Gripe-futile. Heal-hope: Carriage-nap vow.

Drift-off: Kir dozed.

Dock half-hour post.

Jolt-wake: Deck-sprawl—warship roll.

Lid-lift: Star-fish prone—sky-scan.

Grin loomed.

"Welcome. Thrilled, Paper-boy."

Sick-sweet cheer: Kir sour—eye-snap spite-shut.

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