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It's my Day 20 fanfic.
This is gonna be a bit silly . . .
Suit
There are many mysterious questions one could ask about suits, gentle reader.
Ponder, for instance:
If Catra had not worn that suit to Princess Prom, would Adora still have fallen for her?
Or . . .
Had Entrapta been unable to whip up a set of functional spacesuits (almost instantly out of literally nothing), would Bow have been able to rescue Glimmer?
Or even . . .
What ever happened to Hordak's old armored bio-suit once he was reunited with Horde Prime?
There are other such questions, of course.
But what makes these questions so pertinent to this story is the fact that every one of them was absolutely the furthest thing from Mermista's mind as she closed the novel she was reading and leaned back on her seashell throne with a smile of satisfaction.
"I knew it," she proclaimed proudly to herself.
The title of the book was Mer-mystery: The Missing Wet Suit, and this is what was on Mermista's mind:
"I wonder how it would have gone if me and Sea Hawk had been the detectives."
She began to picture it . . .
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We had tracked the murderer down to a night club in Seaworthy.
It was a little dive called the Spiny Urchin, known for rough customers and high-stakes gambling.
Neither Sea Hawk nor I knew who we were looking for, but a tip from Myrna the Mystic had told us it would have something to do with a "wet suit."
Inside the joint, there were lots of shady characters wearing suits, but none of them were wet . . . yet.
I guided Sea Hawk to one of the gaming tables, and before long he was playing cards with four of the scurviest-looking suit-wearers in the place.
I stood by his side, where I could easily watch the other players, pretending to be his "good luck charm."
I began to size up the other players: a porpoise, a sea elf, a cephalopod, and a shark.
The shark was boisterous and threatening, but I could tell he wasn't our guy.
Too obvious.
The cephalopod was inscrutable, and he clearly had something to hide.
The porpoise, on the other hand was sweet and guileless. A real noob. I didn't trust him, but he seemed harmless enough.
And the sea elf was quiet and looked uncomfortable. She kept adjusting her collar and seemed to be sweating the whole time.
Sea Hawk was putting on the charm, whistling little shanty tunes as he tossed in his ante. He was being really careless.
As usual, I admired and felt like strangling him at the same time!
He was doing pretty good, winning back a little more than he lost.
Then things got serious, and I could tell that the one we were after was about to slip up. They always do eventually.
On this one particular hand, everyone at the table felt confident, and the bets got raised higher and higher, until Sea Hawk reached into his pocket and pulled out the deed to our ship!
I put my hand down to stop him, but then he showed me his cards: four anchors. If the next card he drew was another anchor, Sea Hawk would win the hand, and then the one who had led us on this chase would reveal themself!
I knew that Sea Hawk had been counting cards, so he must have been pretty sure of himself. I let him throw in the deed.
He drew his next card . . . and it was a starfish! We were sunk!
The murderer had obviously fixed the game!
Luckily, Sea Hawk didn't give anything away. He kept whistling with that same dopey expression on his face.
When it came to show hands, Sea Hawk lost, of course, and the winner reached for the deed.
So! The shark was the murderer after all! How unexpected!
The shark looked at the deed and pointed to a line at the bottom.
"You gotta sign it over to me. Do it now!"
Sea Hawk picked up the deed and then fumbled in his pockets. "Oh. Hmmm, where is my pen?"
And he gave me the secret signal, meaning he wanted a distraction.
I wasn't feeling too inspired, so I just put a hand on Sea Hawk's shoulder and pushed him off his chair.
"Oh, nooo!" I wailed, "I think he fainted!"
The shark and the porpoise stood up and started drawing their swords.
I guess they were working together!
"I, uh, . . ." I picked up Sea Hawk's drink. "I'll try reviving him with a splash of this!"
I pivoted toward Sea Hawk, but then quickly turned back and threw the drink in sharky's face. For good measure, I used a little magic to douse everyone at the table with their own drinks.
That's when I pulled Sea Hawk off the floor and dragged him out the window with me.
Sea Hawk started climbing up onto the roof, yelling, "Adventure!!!" 'cause he's like that. I followed him, 'cause he was my ride.
When we reached the edge of the roof, I looked down and saw that the shark, the porpoise, and the cephalopod (he was working with them, too?!!) were climbing up after us with murder in their eyes.
But, I mean, what else would you expect from murderers?
Sea Hawk started kicking shingles off the roof, raining them down onto their heads. That seemed to work, and it looked kind of fun, too. So I joined him.
I looked at Sea Hawk. "Wow, this roof is in really bad shape! And also, now where do we go?"
"Back inside!" Sea Hawk suggested cheerfully. "I saw somethi---woah!!!"
That's when we accidentally broke through the roof and landed on the card table again!
I felt a little dizzy, but we were okay. "Well, that was easy! So, what were you saying? You saw something?"
"Yes! When I was under the table, I noticed this!" Sea Hawk announced proudly, and he reached under the table and brought out an envelope that had been glued there. He handed it to me.
I opened up the envelope and pulled out 5 cards. They were all anchors! "Hey, it's the missing suit! And the cards are all wet!"
I blinked at Sea Hawk. "This was where that sea elf was sitting. She must have sweat all over these cards when she took them from the deck. That means she's the murderer!"
The case was solved!
And after that, I mean, there's not a lot more to say.
We raced for the dock, where we found the murderer making her getaway.
Then Sea Hawk set our boat on fire.
And she got away on her boat.
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Mermista nodded to herself.
"Yeah, that's probably how it would work out."
She shrugged and picked up the next Mer-Mysteries book.
