Chapter 150: THIRD POV.
Artria let out a soft sigh of her own, the anger completely draining from her body. With a quiet flick of her wrists, the hard, shimmering blue scales rapidly retracted back into her skin, leaving her arms completely smooth and normal once more.
She looked up at the old man, her tone turning much more respectful. "Alright. I hear you."
" What exactly do you propose that we do about the situation then?"
Flounder said absolutely nothing in return, keeping his mouth shut tightly, but his ears perked up as he looked over at the old sailor.
It was clear from his steady gaze that he was highly interested in knowing what the veteran crewman thought about the island on the horizon.
Dinklehimer cleared his throat, looking out toward the green land in the distance before addressing them both. "Look, I am not siding with anyone here," he said plainly, his voice calm.
He then shifted his gaze to Artria and said.
