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[dogbitesman]

William had woken up at the usual, early time. He had, upon waking, the realization that he'd been wasting his mornings; all that prime, crisp early air ignored in favour of sitting in a stuffy island? Bugger that for a lark, he was going for a swim. And while the water was not a proper, bracing temperature - it was best if you had to break some

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[thewordofweb]

I'm about to tear hair off my head at this point and though he knew it was probably stupid to even question it, he had an issue in hand when he found William. "There are no such thing as landsharks!" I blurt out with severe frustration. "That's just...that's...that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!"

[dogbitesman]

"Whoa, there. Chill out, Websy," William said, shaking his head and holding up his hands. "How do you even know? You can't prove there's no such thing as landsharks."

[thewordofweb]

I thought I'd heard all the cringe-worthy nicknames, but when 'Websy' tumbles off his lips, I know I'm wrong. "I research this. This might as well be my career and sharks cannot suddenly adapt to land. There are. No. Such. Things. As. Landsharks!" I plead, basically fighting to keep my sanity at this point.

[dogbitesman]

"Maybe in your universe," William said stubbornly, folding his arms. "I bet you don't believe in world turtles, either."

He considered the fact there were no confirmed landsharks on the Disc either irrelevant.

[thewordofweb]

"Oh my god, you fell and hit your head and now you're an idiot," I note with horror, wanting to shake him or possibly knock him out until he's normal again. "I don't care what you believe in, but you yourself gave me a lecture about things not being an issue until they are here. Have you seen a single world turtle or landshark here? Huh?"

[dogbitesman]

"A lot goes on that we don't see, you know," William said, with the sage wisdom of the truly wrong.

[thewordofweb]

"Right," I draw out that word, as lengthy as I can get it. "I suppose that means you also believe in ghostly suspender-wearing vampires who drink ink, then? I mean, I've never seen one, but you never know," I continue, heavy on the sarcasm.

[dogbitesman]

"So they're vampires who are also ghosts?" William said, peering at him. "Hang on, let me write this down."

He took out his notebook and fished about for a pen.

[thewordofweb]

Fine. Fine, I will give into this and I will play along. "I don't know," I note with fear as I glance over my shoulder here and there. "I wouldn't exactly put any ink in the open. They've got some pretty sharp noses when it comes to smelling ink. And they don't stop at anything to get it."