What the fuck! Exclaimed Zoe as she got home from her trip. Palaye Royale had been a dream, the boys were the sweetest bats ever. However she had worn the same sneakers all week, and when her feet got wet from her encounter with the mermaid, the heels slized into her Achilles tendons. She hadn't even noticed due to all the excitement, but they were hurting very badly. She tiptoed through her tree house trying to find band-aids. Now I can't walk for a week! She exclaimed. She fell on her bed and mentally cursed her sneakers. She heard a soft meow and looked up. Bandit, my little party poison, she squealed. As she picked up her black cat. I see the lost boys have taken good care of you. At that point a boy stumbled into the room through the window. High Amsterdam. She greeted. You're back. He said excitedly while picking up the cat and petting her. How's the boys? She asked. Boring! Grunted the boy. I wish Peter was back. But then we could probably not hang out as much. He added. As a storyteller Zoe was allowed in the camp, but she was also a freelance pirate, and Peter didn't really like pirates. Zoe didn't mind, she took the occasional trip abroad to keep herself entertained. Never too long though. Out of fear that the fairy magic on her age might wear off. She didn't age, which was understandable as she was the offspring of a pirate and a mermaid. And mermaids hardly age. They had a fountain of water created by fairy magic that kept them young and beautiful. As long as she drank it every morning, she would be fine. All of a sudden she remembered her mermaid, and wondered why she hadn't recognized her. She knew most all mermaids. But maybe this one came from Atlantis. It was far away, but swimmable.