Hi everyone. Guy here, not the Red Dragon. I’ve been sick for the last few days, and am still sick. So there are a few days with no Squashbuckler Diaries.
"Now I want to try,” she said.
“Not now,” he growled and fired the cannons.
She would ask him relentlessly, “Dad, my turn!” “Dad, I wanna!” “Is it my turn?”
“Wake the hell up, Joy, I don’t have time for this!”
He grabbed the blanket off her, threw it on the floor, and stomped out.
“Wake up, don’t wake up, I don’t care,” he strode angrily to the wheel. “I have a battle to win!”
“No!” Dragon Little raised her hand and pointed at him, her long blonde hair billowing in the wind behind her. “I have spoken!”
Dragon Father burst out laughing. “You have spoken?”
“I have spoken!” Dragon Little said with determination. “Teach me to swim!”
“But what if we—”
“Tut!” Dragon Little said importantly. “I have spoken!”
She scratched it against the mast. “Grrrrrrrrchhhhh!” she squeaked.
She scratched it, back and forth, against the railing. “Grrrrrrrrchhhhh!” she squealed.
“That’s right. And who’s an amazing, amazing girl?”
“That’s right! And who’s funny and awesome and a great adventurer?”
“Me me me!”
“That’s right! Now let’s go get the bad guys!”
Dragon Little looked at him, with eyes wide in fascination. “You called me Joy.”
“Yes. I decided on your name.” He sat down next to her, his back leaning on the railing. “When you were just born… Just this tiny, itsy-bitsy baby that just cried her first cry, that just took her first few breaths…”
I wanted to save Dragon Little the trouble. But I knew I shouldn’t. So many hardships awaited her in the future. She had to learn to be tough. It would be the only the only thing that would give her perhaps a few more years of life once she realizes the truth about who she ist and those who want to find her.
“You are hereby summoned to see the dreaded Dead Pirate!”
Dragon Father looked up and said, “Nope. Sorry. Busy.”
“I like being in a prison with you,” Dragon Little told Dragon Father after they played for half an hour.
Dragon Father crooked his head and looked at her.
“It’s fun. Can we do it more?”
The both of them were dragged to a prison cell where they were informed they would see the mysterious Dead Pirate of Dead Skull Island when he is good and ready.
It was only the first hour of the dream, and Dragon Father was not in any danger of waking up.
“I have to pee.”
“Go pee! But quick! We have to catch Captain Badass!”
Dragon Father continued, and: “Grrrrrrrrchhhhh!”
“Grreeeeeech?!”He tried to copy the high squeak but could not get close.
“Grrrrrrrrchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she bent back in pleasure.
“Grrrrrrrrchhhhh!” She grunted/squeaked.
Dragon Father unsheathed his own sword, “You just held a sword for the first time. And you were like this…” He let the sword throw him off balance and run one way. Then, trying to balance it, he ran the other way, always holding it above his head.
Dragon Little burst out laughing.
She stopped talking and decided to lie on the floor. “I’ll defeat you in a second,” she said.
“I’ll defeat you in a second,” the giant robot said.
Dragon Father grabbed his head with both hands. “I hate this day!”
“I hate this day!” came the metallic answer.
“Joy, Joy… Pleeeeeze stop!”
Even when Dragon Little was 3 years old, Dragon Father was somehow reduced to begging her to do what he wanted.
“Stop it!” he wagged his finger at her.
“Stop it!” she wagged her finger at his finger.
Dragon Little has the power to drive Dragon Father insane. Dragon Little, of course, ist the name I lovingly gave Joy Shelley, the human girl who lives in her father’s dream. Dragon Father ist her father.
Or so they both think. But sometimes, the evident truth that he ist not actually her father comes up.
This ist one of those times.
She walked among the ashes. Then she touched them. They were no doubt cool to the touch now, since she did not flinch.
She moved the ashes around and looked at how they behaved.