There they were. In broad daylight. 

Citrine looked at MottlePaw, who was chasing away the seagulls. "Pesky rats!" Citrine hissed, hooking their claw on its wing.

The bird let out a pathetic squawk before being killed. The other birds flew away, likely towards land again.

MottlePaw let out a scoff and started to sail the ship closer to the lair of the serpent. It was going to take a while, much longer than what it should.

Citrine laid down near MottlePaw, who left the wheel. "What is thy purpose?" Citrine demanded. "Navigation." MottlePaw hissed. Citrine hissed back and kept waiting for something to happen.

MottlePaw walked back out and took the wheel again.

Citrine glared at MottlePaw, who kept sailing. It was strange forcing an old cat to do so much, especially a cat in her sixty's, possibly seventy's.

Citrine threw a pebble off the boat. They watched as it plopped into the water. They then threw another, and another. "May you forebear!?" MottlePaw hissed. "I be not doing aught." Citrine growled. "Exactly!" MottlePaw swatted at Citrine, who swatted back, before leaving to walk around the boat.

When Citrine still couldn't find something to do, they headed into their cabin. A strong gust of wind blew past, and Citrine was sent to the other side of the room. It seemed as though the wind was kicking up a lot of ocean water too, or maybe the wind was imaginary.

Or perhaps, it was a sign they were getting closer to the sea serpent.

Citrine remembered reading in an old book that a sea serpents snore was said to cause great winds, or perhaps that was just over exaggeration.

They agreed with themself, it was over exaggeration. 

Citrine got out of the cabin and looked out into the ocean, eating the seagull they killed.

It seemed as though this was going to be a very boring trip. Citrine climbed up to a lookout thing and looked out on that instead. MottlePaw only seemed to be getting more annoyed, so Citrine kept at it.

It was their source of entertainment, apparently. 

Picking out the feathers from the seagull, Citrine hopped back down to watch MottlePaw again. Perhaps if Citrine had built a crew, this would've been much more entertaining.

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After days of boredom, something happened.

A siren was spotted. He seemed fairly young; however, sirens were known to live much longer than a normal cat. Citrine put in noise cancellation devices and watched out for the siren. 

If it had been alive longer than both Citrine and MottlePaw, it would've likely known how to kill them too.

MottlePaw seemed to be staring out at it, and Citrine caught on. "What?" They asked. MottlePaw shook her head, likely telling Citrine that it was nothing of importance. 

Citrine didn't believe it, yet shrugged, and removed the noise cancellation devices after a few more minutes. "Should'st've killed it." Citrine silently hissed. MottlePaw rolled her eyes, and Citrine swatted at the cat. They felt as though they deserved more respect from MottlePaw.

The two exchanged hisses, and focused on the path before them, ignoring each other as much as possible.