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Tchak tchak tchak tchak made the propellers splitting the water and propelling the mastodon of the seas.

Then psshhhhhhhhh and slam made the waves. The sound intensified with the wind but in the end I felt like I was rocked.

I had some snacks with me but suddenly my stomach screamed misery. I wanted to take a nap, but this vacuum ball was digging into my stomach and would eventually make me seasick.

So I was going to see the bridge. The ship was for me a gigantic aircraft carrier and I think that one day I will take cruises to escort pirate ships into the sea against good food. I cost less than an armed escort. I will talk to the captain about it to offer my services during school holidays, or university holidays.

The stupid thing is that if I had been an animal, I would have been the property of an academic and studied and now I work for a university and study myself...the same except that I am on the other side of the bars...

Growl!

My stomach is calling me to order!

A crew member opened a door because it was windy and slippery for them and it could be dangerous.

I said, "Would you have anything to eat? Soup, leftovers or something? I'm starving!"

I was brought casserole bottoms and bones that were used to make the broth and half a casserole of soup. The staff not being too hungry with the tremors and the rising sea. It wasn't a storm, but the waves were big. For me, it was quiet but for them relatively dangerous.

A wave struck the ship's castle and swept away the unfortunate man who had taken over the soup pot. In other words, he was lost, but immediately I dived in and caught up with the guy and the soup tureen and brought him to the surface.

The ship was already at a certain distance, as the currents were very strong.

The sailor was alive and clinging to the spikes on my neck and climbed on it.

I flew out of the waves and landed on the roof of the ship at the heliport. He was fine and thanked me warmly for saving his life. The crew saw me with a better eye for jumping into the bubbling sea to save their comrade.

"Hey, she even saved the pot!" they laughed.

But I was still hungry.

Growl!

I had to fish!

And I regretted blowing my fishing net by burning it.

Growl!

Yes! I know! I know! Shut up! Shut up!

Growl!

I flew away and looked after the seagulls. Thinking, thinking... I was educated... Yes... the seagulls, so fish underneath.

Damn it, I should have learned aquatic breathing in the grimoire... And miraculous fishing... too...

I was stupid. And I was going to lighten up underwater with me in it... Too bad, I dive like a bird and hold my breath but I am slowed down by my spikes and their turbulence. I swim like a crocodile but not like a fish.

I see tunas making a feast of herring and I run towards them but they avoid me like a dog in front of a rabid turtle.

I'm sick of it and I come home sadly empty-handed.

I have to face it, the sea is not my natural environment. It is also a mother's weak point.

After a few hours, and having drunk a little water available in large quantities on the ship, I reread my notes on the magic missile and the fireball. In fact, I've never used fireballs in my life... It seems that you can make a fireball with a delay and blow it up underwater.

At sea, far from the ship there is no danger for training.

I left and climbed to altitude and vaguely saw sharks underwater.

I was firing magic missiles but they dissipated and went in all directions as soon as they hit the water. They weren't harpoons.

Kardon was watching me and filming me with a telephoto lens.

He saw small lights leaving like rockets impacting the sea and he saw me getting angry and raging in the open air. My face was really scary.

I blew on the water but nothing. No fish.

The sailors watched the show from afar: a dragon blowing in the water to fish. Fishing with a flame thrower had just been invented, but the result should still be proven.

I saw a crew member on the boat waving at me and I got closer:

"Emily, you'll wear yourself out like that. Go seal hunting on the reefs, the boat is not at full speed when you go along the English and French coasts. We're between 1 and 2 miles from the coast. Go along the coast and get back on the boat you're much faster, you'll catch up with us. Here is the planned route on the map. We stop in Gibraltar to refuel. You have plenty of time!"

Thank you, I screamed!

But I wanted to fish and have my shark fried! I kept a large plancha with me and lots of flour to bread it and lots of lemons.

In rage I had the image of an underwater mine from the Second World War and I spit out my frustrating rage in the direction of the shark.

BAOUM

A gigantic spray went up in the air and you could see hundreds of fish waltzing in the air and falling back with the water, their stomachs in the air

All I had to do was pick and collect sharks, tuna and sardines and put them on my container.

The captain summoned me: "Did you drop explosives?"

"No, I spit in the water and my saliva went boom. And I fished. I have too much, we have fresh fish."

"Well, you're special, but watch out for the boat, the slightest problem, we'll take you off! I won't say anything because you saved a crew member and you seem nice."

I said, "Thank you, Captain."

Kardon was impressed. A frightening new combination of dragon powers.

I will note it in my studies. It's also up to me to keep my hand and not my mentor!

I send a note before him to the order that I know how to fish by making fireballs with a delay. A weapon that can be devastating to attack a bunker or an armoured vehicle....

But my relationship was: compacting a jet of dragon breath and lighting it up and when it expands or mixes with the water, all the oxygen is burnt all at once and it induces an explosion. The fish are knocked out by the shock wave and all I have to do is pick them up.

I have no military logic and only a natural and biological functional use.

My breath is used to heat the plancha and to gratinate the shark's flesh.

I'm not talking about my breath as a flame spear but rather as a barbecue lighter.

It almost made the members of the order laugh so naive and natural was I. When they read my reports they thought I was Dora the Explorer...

I made a feast that I shared with the whole crew.

My hunger was over for a while.

We then crossed the Strait of Gibraltar and it was a Mediterranean cruise.

It was quiet, hot and sunny. There were a lot of recreational boats and people were waving at me to approach me to take pictures but it was the snacks that interested me.

The rich people's yachts came and I landed on the biggest ones and I was entitled to champagne, chocolates, Viennese pastries and even foie gras in exchange for tours on my back and selfies for the family.

I was having a great time. It was really a vacation.

I almost forgot the cargo ship and had to steal a good time to catch it because it was entering the Gulf of Suez.

In Egypt it was very poor and I could not eat anything other than wild boars that no one ate because they were Muslims and I had to take a few shots from cowards who thought I was a devil from the Koran. The reflex of the local people was to stone me as they did in Mecca on icons representing evil.

I once had a stone in my eye and it hurt. The ship's doctor had to disinfect me and wash my eyelid with colloidal water. I was relieved. Thank God! Thank God!

But it's true that with my 20 meters length I was very, very scary with a head bigger than that of an elephant.

To say that I was going to gain another 5 metres or more was not necessarily a happy feeling.

And while we're at it, "Yes, dragon-hunting buddies, I cast spells but it's still human, right? witches are common and they're human too so..." I'll make them swallow that too...

Hey, what the hell!

I fell asleep like a dormouse rocked by the ship and fell into a deep sleep, Too deep...