AND WATCH MY PURPLE SKY FLY OVER ME // Danny

[daniel]

To be quite honest, Danny had no fucking clue what was going on with the Typhoon. Which was fair, he was only now at a point where he was somewhat comfortable at being out and perhaps even considering staying in the land of the pirates. As far as family went, he didn't have any. Not any that he could say without a shadow of a doubt were still alive, anyway. His mother's location and condition were...debatable, unknown. And that was definitely unfortunate in a place where it seemed family was key and everyone could point and say they were tagging behind someone. Not that it bothered him, he had a mother, he did. He just...didn't know where she was. He chose to trot behind Harland and Vayne instead when he saw them, with Harland offering a sense of safety and Vayne's sunshiney attitude balanced out his anxieties.

Speaking of, Danny hadn't expected to cross paths with her on the beach. True, it seemed a lot of people walked along the shoreline, but they usually just sat there in silence. Vayne had a bucket, and was actually doing something, and that was interesting enough. Different. He watched her in nothing more than innocent curiosity for a moment, watching the kitten look through the mostly broken shells that washed up upon the sand. He looked down at his paws, lifting one, then the other, trying to locate a shell to add to the bucket. That was the polite thing to do, right? It wasn't going to be as big as the first shell he gave her, that was a lucky find.

By the time he was actually able to find something worthy of The Bucket, he carried it so carefully in his jaws that he looked like he was carrying glass, and proceeded to drop it with the rest with a quiet thunk, before looking in with a wag of his tail to make sure it didn't break. Luckily, it had not. "I found one."

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