Just a short chapter today, sorry. But I had to get Taffy 3's introduction out of the way before I moved to the next bit. So enjoy this shortie! Will update again tomorrow.
Omake: One Day Part 4
The meeting with Ooydo went well enough, if one could say the supply ship promptly fainting upon seeing her as such. Nagato thankfully, was kind enough to step in and give Fly the blueprints. The fluyt let her fairies start on their new project as she made her way back towards the cafeteria. She wasn't sure where Albie had gotten off to but looking in the last place she saw her seemed like a good start.
"Taffy Three CHARRRGEEE!"
That was Fly's only warning before she was promptly tackled by three angry destroyers. Johnston got her in a nelson while Hoel held her head down. Heerman stood in front of her.
"Your hurt mama Jersey." She growled. "Prepare to get served."
"Hey now girls, I didn't do nothin' to your momboat." Fly scowled.
"Oh really? How 'bout tossing her against the wall." Johnston said behind her.
"She started it, not me!" Fly protested.
"Uh huh. You still made her cry." Hoel hissed.
"You don't understand! She hates me because of you!"
"What'd ya mean meanieboat?" Johnston asked.
Fly sighed, knowing she was taking a bit risk. SMSB aside, these three could pound her into driftwood if she put one piece of planking out of line.
"Samar." She replied. "She hates me because of Samar."
"But you weren't even there!" Heerman protested.
"Yeah, I sure don't recognize ya." Johnston agreed.
"I wasn't present at the battle. Only at its aftermath." Fly sighed. "Your fairies can attest to that."
"You stole our fairies?!" Johnston's grip tightened and Fly felt her foremast give way and bit back her respondent cry.
"No, of course not. I merely took them onboard and carried them home. Those that have not returned to you have chosen to stay with me of their own accord." Fly replied.
"You mean you're like some kind of ferryboat?" Johnston asked.
Fly could practically hear Heerman roll her eyes. "No Johnston, she is a ferryboat."
"Aye. Name's Flying Dutchman nice to meet ya." Fly would've said this with a wink but her current position with her head mostly part of the floor prevented that.
She was able to move again as Johnston released her. Cradling her broken right arm she found her feet seeing all three taffies in front of her. Heerman was the only one meeting her gaze. Hoel had her eyes fixed on a rather interesting crack in the ceiling while Johnston took interest in the floor, shuffling her feet.
"We're sorry." She mumbled.
"We thought you were a meanieboat." Hoel agreed.
Heerman just sighed. "Please forgive us?" She asked.
Fly rubbed the back of her neck. "Ah shucks kiddos you're almost-ah fuck it you are cute as hell! Even when you're breaking my masts."
"We didn't, did we?" Hoel asked.
"Just the foremast." Fly shrugged. "Easy fix."
"So you forgive us?" Johnston asked.
"Yeah, I forgive you. You're little shits but you're good little shits." Fly chuckled.
She wrapped her arms around Johnston, giving her a nuggie.
"Eep! Lady Dutchman!" She complained.
Of course the other two weren't wanting to be left out and Fly found herself hugging all three. "Just don't let it happen again alright?"
"We won't!" came the chorus.
"Good girls."
She let them go, starting down the hallway again. Taffy 3 followed her and she saw that all three now met her gaze. Well mostly. Johnston's was directed a little lower and it took Fly a moment before she understood. For a sailing ship, she was unusually stacked. Not Madam Tizera that was also the superbattleship Mushashi but certainly large enough to give New Jersey a run for her money. She rolled her eyes at seeing drool leaking out of the destroyer's mouth.
"C-can I touch your boobies?" Johnston asked.
Heerman immediately elbowed her. "Lewd!" She hissed.
"Lewd." Hoel agreed.
Fly however just shrugged. "Maybe later." She agreed. All three looked at her in shock. "What, I'm a pirate." She offered as way of explanation and that seemed to satisfy them.
But the three weren't quiet for long. Hoel was the first to start asking questions.
"You really ferry the dead? Is your captain William Turner? If he is can I see him?"
Fly felt what remained of her day getting longer already but she kept her annoyance under wraps.
"I offer a proposal." She began and immediately had three pairs of eyes fixed on her in wrapt attention. "I tell you stories and in exchange you help me find Albacore. Do we have an accord?"
"Agreed."
"All's fine with me."
"Sweet!"
"Okay, I'll talk on the way." Fly emerged from the building into the main courtyard with the destroyers fanning out in escort positions.
